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VOL. I. 


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IT is perhaps not altogether easy to appreciate 
the multiplicity of difficulties with which the 
first editor of Mrs. Behn has to cope. Not only 
is her life strangely mysterious and obscure, but 
the rubbish of half-a-dozen romancing biographers 
must needs be cleared away before we can even 
begin to see daylight. Matter which had been for 
two centuries accepted on seemingly the soundest 
authority is proven false ; her family name itself 
was, until my recent discovery, wrongly given ; 
the very question of her portrait has its own vexed 
(and until now unrecognized) dilemmas. In fine 
there seems no point connected with our first 
professional authoress which did not call for the 
nicest investigation and the most incontrovertible 
proof before it could be accepted without suspicion 
or reserve. The various collections of her plays 
and novels which appeared in the first half of the 
eighteenth century give us nothing ; nay, they 
rather cumber our path with the trash of discredited 
Memoirs. Pearson's reprint (i 87 1) is entirely value 
less : there is no attempt, however meagre, at 
editing, no effort to elucidate a single allusion ; 
moreover, several of the Novels and the Poems 
in their entirety are lacking. I am happy to give 
(Vol. V) one of the Novels, and that not the least 
important, 'The History of the Nun, for the first 
time in any collected edition. Poems, in addition 




to those which appeared in Mrs. Behn's lifetime, 
and were never reprinted after, have been gathered 
with great care from many sources (of which some 
were almost forgotten). 

It is hoped that this new issue of Mrs. Behn 
may prove adequate. Any difficulties in the editing 
have been more than amply compensated for by 
the interest shown by many friends. Foremost, 
my best thanks are due to Mr. Bullen, whose 
life-long experience of the minutiae of editing our 
best dramatic literature, has been ungrudgingly at 
my service throughout, to the no 'small advantage 
of myself and my work. Mr. Edmund Gosse, C.B., 
has shown the liveliest interest in the book from 
its inception, and I owe him most grateful recogni 
tion for his kindly encouragement and aid. Nay, 
more, he did not spare to lend me treasured items 
from his library so rich in first, and boasting unique 
editions of Mrs. Behn. Mr. G. Thorn Drury, K.C.,' 
never wearied of answering my enquiries, and in' 
[iscussion solved many a knotty point. To him 
I am obliged for the transcript of Mrs. Behn's 
ater to Waller's daughter-in-law, and also the 
itire on Dryden. He even gave of his valuable 
time to read through the Memoir and from the 
superabundance of his knowledge made sugges 
tions of the first importance. The unsurpassed 
library of Mr T. J. Wise, the well-known biblio 
grapher was freely at my disposal. In other cases 
where I have received any assistance in clearing 
fficulty 1 have made my acknowledgement in 
the note itself 


THE personal history of Aphra Behn, the first 
Englishwoman to earn her livelihood by author 
ship, is unusually interesting but very difficult to 
unravel and relate. In dealing with her biography 
writers at different periods have rushed headlong 
to extremes, and we now find that the pendulum 
has swung to its fullest stretch. On the one hand, 
we have prefixed to a collection of the Histories 
and Novels, published in 1696, 'The Life of Mrs. 
Behn written by one of the Fair Sex', a frequently 
reprinted (and even expanded) compilation crowded 
with romantic incidents that savour all too strongly 
of the Italian novella, with sentimental epistolo- 
graphy and details which can but be accepted 
cautiously and in part. On the other there have 
recently appeared two revolutionary essays by 
Dr. Ernest Bernbaum of Harvard, * Mrs. Behn's 
Oroonoko\ first printed in Kittredge Anniversary 
Papers, 1913 ; and what is even more particularly 
pertinent c Mrs. Behn's Biography a Fiction,' 
Publications of the Modern Language Association of 
America, xxviii, 3 : both afterwards issued as separate 
pamphlets, 1913. In these, the keen critical sense of 
the writer has apparently been so jarred by the patent 
incongruities, the baseless fiction, nay, the very 
fantasies (such as the fairy pavilion seen floating 
upon the Channel), which, imaginative and invented 
flotsam that they are, accumulated and were heaped 


about the memory of Aphra Behn, that he is apt to 
regard almost every record outside those of her 
residence at Antwerp 1 with a suspicion which is in 
many cases surely unwarranted and undue. Having 
energetically cleared away the more peccant rubbish, 
Dr. Bernbaum became, it appears to us, a little 
too drastic, and had he then discriminated rather 
than swept clean, we were better able wholly to 
follow the conclusions at which he arrives. He 
even says that after '1671'* when 'she began to 
write for the stage . . . such meagre contemporary 
notices as we find of her are critical rather than 
biographical '. This is a very partial truth ; from 
extant letters, 3 to which Dr. Bernbaum does not 
refer, we can gather much of Mrs. Behn's literary life 
and circumstances. She was a figure of some note 
and even if we had no other evidence it seems im 
possible that her contemporaries should have glibly 
accepted the fiction of a voyage to Surinam and a 
Dutch husband named Behn who had never existed 
Ayfara, or Aphara 4 (Aphra), Amis or Amies, the 
daughter of John and Amy Amis or Amies, was 

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baptized together with her brother Peter in the 
Parish Church of SS. Gregory and Martin, Wye, 
10 July, 1640, presumably by Ambrose Richmore, 
curate of Wye at that date. 1 Up to this time Aphra's 
maiden name has been stated to be Johnson, and 
she is asserted to have been the daughter of a barber, 
John Johnson. That the name was not Johnson 
(an ancient error) is certain from the baptismal 
register, wherein, moreover, the { Quality, Trade, 
or Profession ' is left blank ; that her father was a 
barber rests upon no other foundation than a MS. 
note of Lady Winchilsea. 2 Mr. Gosse, in a most 
valuable article (Atben<eum, 6 September, 1 8 84), was 
the first to correct the statement repeatedly made 
that Mrs. Behn came from the City of Canterbury 
in Kent '. He tells how he acquired a folio volume 
containing the MS. poems of Anne, Countess of 
Winchilsea, 3 'copied about 1695 under her eye 
and with innumerable notes and corrections in her 
autograph '. In a certain poem entitled The Circuit 
of Apollo^ the following lines occur : 

Her works usually have Mrs. A. Behn. One Quarto misprints 'Mrs. Anne 
Behn'. There are, of course, many variants of the name. Afara, and Afra 
are common. Oldys in his MS. notes on Langbaine writes Aphra or Aphora, 
whilst the Muses Mercury, September, 1707, has a special note upon a poem 
by Mrs. Behn to say 'this Poetess' true Name was Apharra.' Even Aphaw 
(Behen, in the 1682 warrant,) and Fyhare (in a petition) occur. 

1 He died in 1642. 

2 The Vicar of Wye, the Rev. Edgar Lambert, in answer to my 
inquiries courteously writes : 'In company with Mr. C. S. Orwin, whose 
book, The History of Wye Church and College, has just been published, I have 
closely examined the register and find no mention of "Johnson", nor of the 
fact that Aphara Amis' father was a "barber".' 

3 Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea (1660-1720), sometime Maid 
of Honour to Queen Mary of Modena. She had true lyric genius. For 
a generous appreciation see Gosse, Gossip in a Library (1891). 

4 Then unprinted but now included in the very voluminous edition of 
Lady Winchilsea's Poems, ed. M. Reynolds, Chicago, 1903. 

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And standing where sadly he now might descry 
From the banks of the Stowre the desolate Wye, 
He lamented for Behn, o'er that place of her birth, 
And said amongst Women there was not on the earth, 
Her superior in fancy, in language, or witt, 
Yet own'd that a little too loosely she writt. 

To these is appended this note : c Mrs. Behn was 
Daughter to a Barber, who liv'd formerly in Wye, 
a little Market Town (now much decay'd) in Kent. 
Though the account of her life before her Works 
pretends otherwise ; some Persons now alive Do 
testify upon their Knowledge that to be her 
Original.' It is a pity that whilst the one error 
concerning Aphra's birthplace is thus remedied, 
the mistake as to the nature of her father's calling 
should have been initiated. 

Aphra Amis, then, was born early in July, 1 640, 
at Wye, Kent. When she was of a tender age the 
Amis family left England for Surinam ; her father, 
who seems to have been a relative of Francis, Lord 
Willoughby of Parham, sometime administrator of 
several British colonies in the West Indies, having 
been promised a post of some importance in these 
dependencies. John Amis died on the voyage out, 
but his widow and children necessarily continued 
their journey, and upon their arrival were accom 
modated at St. John's Hill, one of the best houses 
in the district. Her life and adventures in Surinam 
Aphra has herself realistically told in that wonder 
fully vivid narrative, Oroonoko. 1 The writer's bent 

1 In ' Mrs. Behn's Oroonoko' Dr. Bernbaum elaborately endeavours to show 
that this story is pure fiction. His arguments, in many cases advanced with 
no little subtlety and precision, do not appear (to me at least) to be convinc 
ing. We have much to weigh in the contrary balance : Mrs. Behn's manifest 


had already shown itself. She kept a journal as 
many girls will, she steeped herself in the inter 
minable romances fashionable at that time, in 
the voluminous Pharamond^ Cleopatre, Cassandre, 
Ibrahim^ and, above all, Le Grand Cyrus, so loved 
and retailed to the annoyance of her worthy husband 
by Mrs. Pepys ; with a piece of which Dorothy 
Osborne was * hugely pleased'. 

It was perhaps from the reading of La Calprenede 
and Mile de Scuderi Aphra gained that intimate 
knowledge of French which served her well and 
amply in after years during her literary life ; at any 
rate she seems early to have realized her dramatic 
genius and to have begun a play drawn from one 
of the most interesting episodes in Cleopatre, the 
love story of the Scythian King Alcamene, scenes 
which, when they had c measured three thousand 
leagues of spacious ocean ', were, nearly a quarter 
of a century later, to be taken out of her desk and 
worked up into a baroque and fanciful yet strangely 
pleasing tragi-comedy, 'The Young King. 

first-hand knowledge of, and extraordinary interest in, colonial life ; her 
reiterated asseverations that every experience detailed in this famous novel is 
substantially true ; the assent of all her contemporaries. It must further be 
remembered that Aphra was writing in 1688, of a girlhood coloured by and 
seen through the enchanted mists of a quarter of a century. That there are 
slight discrepancies is patent ; the exaggerations, however, are not merely 
pardonable but perfectly natural. One of Dr. Bernbaum's most crushing 
arguments, when sifted, seems to resolve itself into the fact that whilst 
writing Oroonoko Mrs. Behn evidently had George Warren's little book, An 
Impartial Description of Surinam (London, 1667), at hand. Could anything 
be more reasonable than to suppose she would be intimately acquainted with 
a volume descriptive of her girlhood's home? Again, Dr. Bernbaum bases 
another line of argument on the assumption that Mrs. Behn's father was a 
barber. Hence the appointment of such a man to an official position in 
Surinam was impossible, and, ' if Mrs. Behn's father was not sent to Surinam, 
the only reason she gives for being there disappears". We know from recent 
investigation that John Amis did not follow a barber's trade, but was probably 
of good old stock. Accordingly, the conclusions drawn by Dr. Bernbaum 
from this point cannot now be for a moment maintained. 


In Surinam she witnessed the fortunes and fate of 
the Royal Slave, Oroonoko, of whom she writes 
(with all due allowance for pardonable exaggeration 
and purely literary touches), so naturally .and feel 
ingly, that one of the Fair Sex' with some acerbity 
makes it her rather unnecessary business to clear 
Aphrafromanysuspicionofaliaison. It was Surinam 
which supplied the cognate material for the vivid 
comedy, the broad humour and early colonial life, 
photographic in its realism, of 'The Widow Ranter ; 
or, The History of Bacon in Virginia. Mistakes there 
may be, errors and forgetfulness, but there are a 
thousand touches which only long residence and 
keen observation could have so deftly characterized. 

We now approach a brief yet important period 
in Mrs. Behn's life, which unless we are content 
to follow (with an acknowledged diffidence and due * 
reservations) the old Memoir and scattered tradi 
tion, we find ourselves with no sure means what 
soever of detailing. It seems probable, however, 
that about the close of 1 663, owing no doubt to the 
Restoration and the subsequent changes in affairs, 
the Amis family returned to England, settling 
m London, where Aphra, meeting a merchant of 
Dutch extraction named Behn, so fascinated him by 
her wit and comeliness that he offered her his hand 
and fortune. During her married life she is said to 
have been in affluence, and even to have appeared 
at the gay licentious Court, attracting the notice of 
and amusing the King himself by her anecdotes 
and cleverness of repartee ; but when her husband ' 
died, not impossibly of the plague in the year of 
mortality, 1665, sh e found herself helpless, without 


friends or funds. In her distress it was to the 
Court she applied for assistance ; and owing to her 
cosmopolitan experience and still more to the fact 
that her name was Dutch, and that she had been by 
her husband brought into close contact with the 
Dutch, she was selected as a meet political agent to 
visit Holland and there be employed in various secret 
and semi-official capacities. The circumstance that 
her position and work could never be openly recog 
nized nor acknowledged by the English government 
was shortly to involve her in manifold difficulties, 
pecuniary and otherwise, which eventually led tp 
her perforce abandoning so unstable and unsatis 
factory a commission. 

In the old History of the Life and Memoirs of 
Mrs. Behn (1696; and with additions 1698, &c.), 
ushered into the world by Charles Gildon, a romance 
full as amorous and sensational as any novel of the 
day, has been woven about her sojourn at Antwerp. 
A 'Spark whom we must call by the name of 
Vander Albert of Utrecht is given to Aphra as 
a fervent lover, and from him she obtains political 
secrets to be used to the English advantage. He 
has a rival, an antique yclept Van Bruin, c a Hogen 
Mogen . . . Nestorean' admirer, and the intrigue 
becomes fast and furious. On one occasion Albert, 
imagining he is possessing his mistress, is cheated 
with a certain Catalina ; and again when he has 
bribed an ancient duenna to admit him to Aphra's 
bed, he is surprised there by a frolicsome gallant. 1 

1 Both these incidents are the common property of Italian novelle and 
our own stage. Although not entirely impossible, they would appear highly 
suspicious in any connection. 


There are even included five letters from Mrs. Behn 
and a couple of ridiculous effusions purporting to 
be Van Bruin's. It would seem that all this pure 
fiction, the sweepings of Aphra's desk, was intended 
by her to have been worked up into a novel ; both 
letters and narrative are too good to be the unaided 
composition of Gildon himself, but possibly Mrs. 
Behn in her after life may have elaborated and told 
him these erotic episodes to conceal the squalor 
and misery of the real facts of her early Dutch 
mission. It is proved indeed in aim and circum 
stance to have been far other. 

Her chief business was to establish an intimacy 
with William Scott, son of Thomas Scott, the 
regicide who had been executed 17 October, 1660. 
This William, who had been made a fellow of All 
Souls by the Parliamentary Visitors of Oxford, and 
graduated B.C.L. 4 August, 1648, was quite ready 
to become a spy in the English service and to 
report on the doings of the English exiles who 
were not only holding treasonable correspondence 
with traitors at home and plotting against the King, 
but even joining with the Dutch foe to injure their 
native land. Scott was extremely anxious for his 
own pardon and, in addition, eager to earn any 
money he could. 

Aphra then, taking with her some forty pounds 
in cash, all she had, set sail with Sir Anthony 
Desmarces 1 either at the latter end of July or early 
in August, 1 666, and on 1 6 August she writes from 
Antwerp to say she has had an interview with 
William Scott (dubbed in her correspondence 

1 He was at Margate 25 July, and at Bruges 7 August. 


Celadon), even having gone so far as to take coach 
and ride a day's journey to see him secretly. 
Though at first diffident, he is very ready to under 
take the service, only it will be necessary for her 
to enter Holland itself and reside on the spot, not 
in Flanders, as Colonel Bampfield, who was looked 
upon as head of the exiled English at the Hague, 
watched Scott with most jealous care and a growing 
suspicion. Aphra, whose letters give a vivid picture 
of the spy's life with its risks and impecuniosity, 
addresses herself to two correspondents, Tom 
Killigrew and James Halsall, cupbearer to the King. 
On 27 August she was still at Antwerp, and 
William Scott wrote to her there but did not 
venture to say much lest the epistle might miscarry. 
He asks for a cypher, a useful and indeed necessary 
precaution in so difficult circumstances. It was about 
this time that Mrs. Behn began to employ the name 
of Astrea, which, having its inception in a political 
code, was later to be generally used by her and 
recognized throughout the literary world. Writing 
to Halsall, she says that she has been unable to 
effect anything, but she urgently demands that 
money be sent, and confesses she has been obliged 
even to pawn her ring to pay messengers. On 
31 August she writes to Killigrew declaring she 
can get no answer from Halsall, and explaining 
that she has twice had to disburse Scott's expenses, 
amounting in all to .20, out of her own pocket, 
whilst her personal debts total another ^25 or ^30, 
and living itself is ten guilders a day. If she is to 
continue her work satisfactorily, ^80 at least will be 
needed to pay up all her creditors ; moreover, as a 


preliminary and a token of good faith, Scott's official 
pardon must be forwarded without compromise or 
delay. Scott himself was, it seems, playing no easy 
game at this juncture, for a certain Carney, resident 
at Antwerp, an unsufFerable, scandalous, lying, 
prating fellow', piqued at not being able to ferret 
out the intrigue, had gone so far as to molest poor 
Celadon and threaten him with death, noising up 
and down meanwhile the fact of his clandestine 
rendezvous with Aphra. No money, however, was 
forthcoming from England, and on 4 September 
Mrs. Behn writing again to Killigrew tells him 
plainly that she is reduced to great straits, and unless 
funds are immediately provided all her work will 
be nugatory and vain. The next letter, dated 
14 September, gives Halsall various naval informa 
tion. On 1 7 September she is obliged to importune 
Killigrew once more on the occasion of sending him 
a letter from Scott dealing with political matters. 
Halsall, she asserts, will not return any answer, 
and although she is only in private lodgings she 
is continually being thwarted and vilipended by 
Carney, c whose tongue needs clipping '. Four days 
later she transmits a five page letter from Scott to 
Halsall. On 25 September she sends under cover 
yet another letter from Scott with the news of De 
Ruyter's illness. Silence was her only answer. 
Capable and indeed ardent agent as she was, there 
can be no excuse for her shameful, nay, criminal, 
neglect at the hands of the government she was 
serving so faithfully and well. Her information 1 

7 hcr o u n0t appear t0 be an ? Sounds for the oft-repeated assertion 
that Mrs. Behn communicated the intelligence when the Dutch were 


seems to have been received with inattention and 
disregard ; whether it was that culpable careless 
ness which wrecked so many a fair scheme in the 
second Charles' days, or whether secret enemies 
at home steadfastly impeded her efforts remains an 
open question. In any case on 3 November she 
sends a truly piteous letter to Lord Arlington, 
Secretary of State, and informs him she is suffering 
the extremest want and penury. All her goods are 
pawned, Scott is in prison for debt, and she her 
self seems on the point of going to the common 
gaol. The day after Christmas Aphra wrote to Lord 
Arlington for the last time. She asks for a round 
^zooas delays have naturally doubled her expenses 
and she has had to obtain credit. Now she is only 
anxious to return home, and she declares that if she 
did not so well know the justness of her cause and 
complaint, she would be stark wild with her hard 
treatment. Scott, she adds, will soon be free. 1 Even 
this final appeal obtained no response, and at length 
well nigh desperate Mrs. Behn negotiated in 
England, from a certain Edward Butler, a private 
loan of some 150 which enabled her to settle her 
affairs and start for home in January, 1667. 

But the chapter of her troubles was by no means 
ended. Debt weighed like a millstone round her 


neck. As the weary months went by and Aphra 
was begging in vain for her salary, long overdue, to 
be paid, Butler, a harsh, dour man with heart of 

planning an attack (afterwards carried out) on the Thames and Medway 
squadrons, and that her warning was scoffed at. 

1 Had he been imprisoned for political reasons it is impossible that 
there should have been so speedy a prospect of release. 


stone, became impatient and resorted to drastic 
measures, eventually flinging her into a debtor's 
prison. There are extant three petitions, undated 
indeed, but which must be referred to the early 
autumn of 1668, from Mrs. Behn to Charles II. 
Sadly complaining of two years' bitter sufferings, 
she prays for an order to Mr. May 1 or Mr. Chiffinch 2 
to satisfy Butler, who declares he will stop at nothing 
if he is not paid within a week. In a second docu 
ment she sets out the reasons for her urgent claim 
of 150. Both Mr. Halsall and Mr. Killigrew 
know how justly it is her due, and she is hourly 
threatened with an execution. To this is annexed a 
letter from the poor distracted woman to Killigrew, 
which runs as follows : 


if you could guess at the affliction of my soule you 
would I am sure Pity me 'tis to morrow that I must 
submitt my self to a Prison the time being expird & 
though I indeauerd all day yesterday to get a ffew days 
more I can not because they say they see I am dallied w th 
all & so they say I shall be for euer: so I can not reuoke 
my doome I haue cryd myself dead & could find in my 
hart to break through all & get to y e king & neuer rise 
till he weare pleasd to pay this ; but I am sick & weake > 
& vnfitt for yt ; or a Prison ; I shall go to morrow : But j 
[ will send my mother to y e king w th a Pitition for 
I see euery body are words : & I will not perish in a Prison 
from whence he swears I shall not stirr till y e uttmost I 
farthing be payd : & oh god, who considers my misery 
& charge too, this is my reward for all my great promises, & 
my indeauers. Sr if I have not the money to night you 

Baptist May, Esq. (1629-98), Keeper of the Privy Purse. 
William Chiffinch, confidential attendant and pimp to Charles II. 

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must send me som thing to keepe me in Prison for I will 
not starue. A. Behn. 

Endorsed : 

For Mr. Killigrew this. 

There was no immediate response however, even 
to this pathetic and heart-broken appeal, and in yet 
a third petition she pleads that she may not be left 
to suffer, but that the ^150 be sent forthwith to 
Edward Butler, who on Lord Arlington's declaring 
that neither order nor money had been transmitted, 
threw her straightway into gaol. 

It does not seem, however, that her imprison 
ment was long. Whether Killigrew, of whom later 
she spoke in warm and admiring terms, touched 
at last, bestirred himself on her behalf and rescued 
her from want and woe, whether Mrs. Amy Amis 
won a way to the King, whether help came by some 
other path, is all uncertain. In any case the debt 
was duly paid, and Aphra Behn not improbably 
received in addition some compensation for the 
hardships she had undergone. 

'The rest of her Life was entirely dedicated to 
Pleasure and Poetry ; the Success in which gain'd 
her the Acquaintance and Friendship of the most 
Sensible Men of the Age, and the Love of not a 
few of different Characters ; for tho' a Sot have no 
Portion of Wit of his own, he yet, like old Age, 
covets what he cannot enjoy.' 

More than dubious and idly romancing as the 
early Memoirs are, nevertheless this one sentence 
seems to sum up the situation thenceforth pretty 
aptly, if in altogether too general terms. Once 
extricated from these main difficulties Mrs. Behn 

no doubt took steps to insure that she should 
not, if it lay in her power, be so situated again. 
I would suggest, indeed, that about this period, 
f^9, she accepted the protection of some admirer. 
Who he may have been at first, how many more 
there were than one, how long the various amours 
endured, it is idle to speculate. She was for her 
period as thoroughly unconventional as many 
another woman of letters has been since in relation 
to later times and manners, as unhampered and free 
as her witty successor, Mrs. de la Riviere Manley, 
who lived for so long as Alderman Barber's kept 
mistress and died in his house. Mrs. Behn has 
given us poetic pseudonyms for many of her lovers, 
Lycidas, Lysander, Philaster, Amintas, Alexis, and 
the rest, but these extended over many years, and 
attempts at identification, however interesting, are 
fruitless. 1 

There has been no more popular mistake, nor 
yet one more productive, not merely of nonsense 
and bad criticism but even of actual malice and 
evil, than the easy error of confounding an author 
\with the characters he creates. Mrs. Behn has not 
been spared. Some have superficially argued from 
the careless levity of her heroes : the Rover, 
Cayman, Wittmore, Wilding, Frederick ; and 
again from the delightful insouciance of Lady 
Fancy, Queen Lucy, and the genteel coquette 
Mirtilla, or the torrid passions of Angelica Bianca, 
Miranda and la Nuche ; that Aphra herself was 
little better, in fact a great deal worse, than a 

1 Amintas repeatedly stands for John Hoyle. In Our Cabal, however I 
(vide Vol. VI, p. 160), Hoyle is dubbed Lycidas. 


common prostitute, and that her works are undi 
luted pornography. 

In her own day, probably for reasons purely 
political, a noisy clique assailed her on the score of 
impropriety ; a little later came Pope with his jaded 

The stage how loosely does Astrea tread 
Who fairly puts all characters to bed ; 

and the attack was reinforced by an anecdote of Sir 
Walter Scott and some female relative who, after 
having insisted upon the great novelist lending her 
Mrs. Behn, found the Novels and Plays too loose for 
her perusal, albeit in the heyday of the lady's youth 
they had been popular enough. As one might expect, 
Miss Julia Kavanagh, in the mid- Victorian era 1 
(English Women of Letters^ 1863), is sad and sorry at 
having to mention Mrs. Behn 'Even if her life 

emained pure, 2 it is amply evident her mind was, 
"tainted to the very core. Crossness was congenial 
to her. . . . Mrs. Behn's indelicacy was useless 
d worse than useless, the superfluous addition of 
a corrupt mind and vitiated taste ".' One can afford 

o smile at and ignore these modest outbursts, but 
it is strange to find so sound and sane a critic as 
r. Doran writing of Aphra Behn as follows: 4 No 

ne equalled this woman in downright nastiness save 

1 The Retrospective Review, however (Vol. I, November, 1852), has an 
article, ' Mrs. Behn's Dramatic Writings,' which warmly praises her comedies. 
The writer very justly observes that 'they exhibit a brilliance of conversation 

. I in the dialogue, and a skill in arranging the plot and producing striking 

* situations, in which she has few equals.' He frequently insists upon her 

'great skill in conducting the intrigue of her pieces', and with no little 

acumen declares that 'her comedies may be cited as the most perfect models 

of the drama of the latter half of the seventeenth century.' 

2 Which it certainly was not secundum mid-Victorian morals. 



RavenscroftandWycherley. . . . With Dryden shel 
vied in indecency and was not overcome. . . . She! 
was a mere harlot, who danced through uncleanness 
and dared them [the male dramatists] to follow.' 
Again, we have that she was c a wanton hussy'; her 
c trolloping muse' shamefacedly c wallowed in the 
mire' ; but finally the historian is bound to confess 
f she was never dull'. 

The morality of her plays is an fond that of many I 
a comedy of to-day : that the situations and phrasing 
in which she presents her amorous intrigues and 
merry cuckoldoms do not conform with modern 
exposition of these themes we also show yet would 
not name, is but our surface gloss of verbal reticence ; 
we hint, point, and suggest, where she spoke out 
broad words, frank and free ; the motif is one and 
the same. If we judge Mrs. Behn's dramatic output 
in the only fair way by comparing it legitimately 
with the theatre of her age, we simply shall not find | 
that superfluity of naughtiness the critics lead us to 
expect and deplore. There are not infrequent scenes 
of Dryden, of Wycherley,of Vanbrugh, Southerne, 
Otway, Ravenscroft, Shadwell, D'Urfey, Crowne, 
full as ^daring as anything Aphra wrote ; indeed, 
in some instances, far more wanton. Particu 
larizing, it has been objected that although in most 
Restoration comedies the hero, however vicious 
(even such a mad scrapegrace as Dryden's Woodall), | 
is decently noosed up in wedlock when the curtain 
is about to fall, Mrs. Behn's Willmore (Rover II), 
Cayman (The Lucky Chance), Wittmore (Sir Patient 
Fancy) end up without a thought of, save it be jest 
at, the wedding ring. But even this freedom can 



)e amply paralleled. In the Duke of Buckingham's 
fclever alteration of 'The Chances (1682), we have 
Don John pairing off with the second Constantia 
jvithout a hint of matrimony ; we have the intrigue 
)f Bellmour and Laetitia in Congreve's 'The Old 
bachelor (1693), the amours of Horner in The 
i| Country Wife (1675), of Florio and Artall in Crowne's 
O/jy Politics (1683), and many another beside. As 
"or the cavilling crew who carped at her during 
icr life Mrs. Behn has answered them and she 
ras thoroughly competent so to do. jndeed, as 
he somewhat tartly remarked to Otway on the 
>ccasion of certain prudish dames pleasing to take 
ence at The Soldier s Fortune, she wondered at 
lie impudence of any of her sex that would pretend 
o understand the thing called bawdy. A clique 
re shocked at her ; it was not her salaciousness 
[ hey objected to but her success. 

In December, 1670, Mrs. Behn's first play, 1 The 
rcd Marriage ; or, the Jealous Bridegroom, was pro- 
luced at the Duke's Theatre, Lincoln's Inn Field's, 
rith a strong cast. It is a good tragi-comedy of the 
stard Fletcherian Davenant type, but she had 
lot hit upon her happiest vein of comedy, which, 
lowever, she approached in a much better piece, 
r he Amorous Prince, played in the autumn of 1671 
)y the same company. Both these had excellent 
uns for their day, and she obtained a firm footing 

1 Mr. Gosse in the Dictionary of National Biography basing upon the 
ireface to The Young King, says that after knocking in vain for some time at 
he doors of the theatres with this tragi-comedy that could find neither 
lanager nor publisher, she put it away and wrote The Forc'd Marriage, 
vhich proved more successful. Dr. Baker follows this, but I confess I can- 
i lot see due grounds for any such hypothesis. 


in the theatrical world. In 1 673* The Dutch Lover 2 

was ready, a comedy which has earned praise for its 

skilful technique. She here began to draw on her 

own experiences for material, and Haunce van Ezel 

owes not a little to her intimate knowledge of the 


These three plays brought her money, friends, 
and reputation. She was already beginning to be 
a considerable figure in literary circles, and the first 
writers of the day were glad of the acquaintance off 
a woman who was both a wit and a writer. There 
is still retailed a vague, persistent, and entirely I 
baseless tradition that Aphra Behn was assisted in i 
writing her plays by Edward Ravenscroft, 3 the well 
known dramatist. Mrs. Behn often alludes in her 
prefaces to the prejudice a carping clique entertained 
against her and the strenuous efforts that were made 
to damn her comedies merely because they were 
'writ by a woman'. Accordingly, when her plays 
succeeded, this same party, unable to deny such 
approved and patent merit, found their excuse in 
spreading a report that she was not inconsiderably 
aided in her scenes by another hand. Edward 

1 The Duke's Company opened at their new theatre, Dorset Garden, 
9 November, 1671. 

3 410, 1673. Mrs. Behn's accurate knowledge of the theatre and 
technicalties theatrical as shown in the preface to this early play is certainly 
remarkable. It is perhaps worth noting that her allusion to the popularity 
of i Henry IV was not included in Sbaksfere Allusion-Book (ed. Furnivall and 
Munro, 1909), where it should have found a place. 

3 In view of the extremely harsh treatment Ravenscroft has met with 
at the hands of the critics it may be worth while emphasizing Genest's 
opinion that his 'merit as a dramatic writer has been vastly underrated'. 
Ravenscroft has a facility in writing, an ease of dialogue, a knack of evoking 
lighter and picturing the ludicrous, above all a vitality which many a 
greater name entirely lacks. As a writer of farce, and farce very nearly 
akin to comedy, he is capital. 


Ravenscroft's name stands to the epilogue of 
Sir Timothy Tawdrey^ and he was undoubtedly well 
acquainted with Mrs. Behn. Tom Brown (I suggest) 
hints at a known intrigue, 1 but, even if my surmise 
be correct, there is nothing in this to warrant the 
oft repeated statement that many of her scenes 
are actually due to his pen. On the other hand, 
amongst Aphra's intimates was a certain John 
Hoyle, a lawyer, well known about the town as 
a wit. John Hoyle was the son of Thomas Hoyle, 
Alderman and Lord Mayor of, and M.P. for York, 
who hanged himself 2 at the same hour as Charles I 
was beheaded. In the Gray's Inn Admission Register 
we have : 1659/60 Feb. 27. John Hoyle son and 
heir of Thomas H. late of the city of York, Esq. 
deceased.' Some eighteen years after he was admitted 
idtlto the Inner Temple : 1 1678/9 Jan. 26. Order that 
:: John Hoyle formerly of Gray's Inn be admitted 

1 Letters from the Dead to the Living: The Virgin's [Mrs. Bracegirdle] 
Answer to Mrs. Behn. 'You upbraid me with a great discovery you chanc'd 
:o make by peeping into the breast of an old friend of mine; if you give 
rourself but the trouble of examining an old poet's conscience, who went 
ately off" the stage, and now takes up his lodgings in your territories, and 
[ don't question but you'll there find Mrs. Behn writ as often in black 
aracters, and stand as thick in some places, as the names of the generation 
Adam in the first of Genesis' How far credence may be given to anything 
>f Brown's is of course a moot point, but the above passage and much that 
:; | bllows would be witless and dull unless there were some real suggestion of 
candal. Moreover, it cannot here be applied to Hoyle, whereas it very well fits 

avenscroft. This letter which speaks of 'the lash of Mr. C r' must 

ive been written no great time after the publication of Jeremy Collier's 
4 Short Fie<w of the Immorality of the English Stage (March, 1698), probably 
n 1701-2. Ravenscroft's last play, The Italian Husband, was produced at 
Jncoln's Inn Fields in 1697, and he is supposed to have died a year or two 
ater, which date exactly suits the detail given by Brown. Ravenscroft's first 
lay, Matnamoucbi, had been produced in 1672, and the 'an old poet' would 
e understood. 

.-:ti-i|J * This occurrence is ths subject of some lines in The Rump (1662) : 
the happy Memory of Alderman Hoyle that hang'd himself.' 

C I 


to this society ad eundem statum. (Inner <Temph\ 
Records, iii, 131.) There are allusions not a few 
to him in Mrs. Behn's poems ; he is the Mr. J. H.I 
of Our Cabal; and in 'A Letter to Mr. Creech at 
Oxford, Written in the last great Frost,' which 
finds a place in the Miscellany of 1 68 5, the following 
lines occur : 

To Honest H le I shou'd have shown ye, 
A Wit that wou'd be proud t' have known ye ; 
A Wit uncommon, and Facetious, 
A great admirer of Lucretius. 

There can be no doubt he was on terms of the 
closest familiarity 1 with Mrs. Behn, and he (if any), 
not Ravenscroft, assisted her (though we are not 
to suppose to a real extent) in her plays. There 
is a very plain allusion to this in Radcliffe's Thel 
Ramble: News from Hell (1682) : 

Amongst this Heptarchy of Wit 
The censuring Age have thought it fit, 
To damn a Woman, 'cause 'tis said 
The Plays she vends she never made. 
But that a Greys Inn Lawyer does 'em 
Who unto her was Friend in Bosom, 
So not presenting Scarf and Hood 
New Plays and Songs are full as good. 2 

Unfortunately Hoyle was reputed to be addicted 
to the grossest immorality, and rumours of a sinister 

to verses made on Mrs. 

1 The Muses Mercury, December, 1707, refers 
Behn 'and her very good friend, Mr. Hoyle'. 

2 My attention was drawn to these lines by Mr. Thorn Drury, who was, 
indeed, the first to suggest that Hoyle is the person aimed at. I have to thank 
him, moreover, for much valuable information on this important point. 


ascription were current concerning him. 1 There 
5, in fact, printed a letter 2 of Mrs. Behn's wherein 
he writes most anxiously to her friend stating that 
be gravest scandals have reached her ears, and 

O * 

egging him to clear himself from these allega- 
ions. Hoyle was murdered in a brawl 26 May, 
692, and is buried in the vault belonging to the 
finer Temple, which is presumably in the ground 
ttached to the Temple Church. The entry in the 
Register runs as follows : 'John Hoyle, esq., of the 
nner Temple was buried in the vault May ye 29, 
692.' Narcissus Luttrell in his Diary, Saturday, 
8 May, 1692, has the following entry : { Mr. Hoil 
f the Temple on Thursday night was at a tavern 
nth other gentlemen, and quarrelling with Mr. 
fats' eldest son about drinking a health, as they 
ame out Mr. Hoil was stabb'd in the belly and 
ell down dead, and thereon Pitts fled; and the next 
norning was taken in a disguise and is committed 

1 cf. Luttrell's Diary, February, 1686-7, which records that an indict- 
lent for misconduct was actually presented against him at the Old Bailey, 
ut the Grand Jury threw out the bill and he was discharged. The person 
nplicated in the charge against Hoyle seems to have been a poulterer. 
: . A Faithful Catalogue of our Most Eminent Ninnies, said to have been written 
y the Earl of Dorset in 1 68 3, or (according to another edition of Rochester's 
forks in which it occurs) 1686. In any case the verses cannot be earlier 
lan 1687. 

Which made the wiser Choice is now our Strife, 
i Hoyle his he-mistress, or the Prince his wife : 
;;; Those traders sure will be belov'd as well, 

As all the dainty tender Birds they sell. 

'he 'Prince' is George Fitzroy, son of Charles II by the Duchess of 
Cleveland, who was created Duke of Northumberland and married Catherine, 
aughter of Robert Wheatley, a poulterer, of Bracknell, Berks ; and relict 
f Robert Lucy of Charlecote, Warwickshire. 

* Familiar Letters of Love, Gallantry, etc. There are several editions, 
have used that of 1718, 2 vols. 


to Newgate.' 1 30 J une > l6 9 2 > the same record! 
says- 'This day Mr. Pitts was tryed at the 
Bailey for the murder of Mr. Hoil of the Temple,! 
and the jury found it manslaughter but the nextl 
heir has brought an appeal.' 

In September, 1 676, <Tbe Town Fop was acted withfc 
applause, and the following year Mrs. Behn was! 
very busy producing two comedies (of which one| 
is a masterpiece) and one tragedy. The Debauchee^ 
which was brought out this year at the Duke's 
House, a somewhat superficial though clever altera-l 
tion of Brome's Mad Couple Well Match' d, is no 
doubt from her pen. It was published anony 
mously, 4to, 1677, and all the best critics with one 
accord ascribe it to Mrs. Behn. In the autumn of 
1677 there was produced by the Duke's Company 
a version of Middleton's No Wit, No Help Like at 
Romans, entitled, The Counterfeit Bridegroom ; or, | 
The Defeated Widow (4to, 1677) ; it is smart andi 
spirited. Genest was of opinion it is Aphra's work. I 
He is probably right, for we know that she repeatedly 
made use of Middleton, and internal evidence fully 

1 In his MS. Commonplace Book (now in the possession of G. Thorn 
Drury, Esq., K.C.), Whitelocke Bulstrode writes : 
'27 May 92. 

M r Hoyle of y c Temple, coming this morning about two of y e Clock frB 
y c Young Divel Tavern, was killed w" 1 a sword ; He died Instantly : It 
proceeded fro a quarrell about Drincking a Health ; Killed by M r Pitt of 
Graies Inne y* Dranck w th them. M r Hoyle was an Atheist, a Sodomite 
professed, a corrupter of youth, & a Blasphemer of Christ.' 

The Young (or Little) Devil Tavern was in Fleet Street, on the south 
side, near Temple Bar, adjoining Dick's Coffee House. It was called Young 
(or Little) to distinguish it from the more famous house, The Devil 
(or Old Devil) Tavern, which stood between Temple Bar and the Inner 
Temple Gate. 


bears out our stage historian. 1 Both Abdelazer* and 
The Town Fop evidence in a marked degree her 
intimate knowledge of the earlier dramatists, whilst 
The Rover (I) is founded on Killigrew. None the 
less, here she has handled her materials with rare 
skill, and successfully put new wine into old bottles. 
The critics, however, began to attack her on this 
point, and when The Rover (I ) appeared in print 
(4to 1677), she found it necessary to add a postscript, 
defending her play from the charge of merely being 
' Tbomaso alter'd '. With reference to Abdelazerthere. 
is extant a very interesting letter 3 from Mrs. Behn 
to her friend, Mrs. Emily Price. She writes as 
follows : 

My Dear, 

In your last, you inforrrTd me, that the World treated me 
as a Plagiery, and, I must confess, not with Injustice : 
But that Mr. Otway shou'd say, my Sex wou'd not prevent 
my being pull'd to Pieces by the Criticks, is something 
odd, since whatever Mr. Otway now declares, he may 
very well remember when last I saw him, I receiv'd more 
than ordinary Encomiums on my Abdelazer. But every 
one knows Mr. Otway 's good Nature, which will not 
permit him to shock any one of our Sex to their Faces. 

1 Betterton's adaption of Marston's The Dutch Courtesan, which the 
actor calls The Revenge ; or, A Match in Neivgate, has sometimes been 
erroneously ascribed to Mrs. Behn by careless writers. She has also been given 
The Woman Turn d Bully, a capital comedy with some clever characterization, 
which was produced at Dorset Garden in June, 1675, and printed without 
author's name the same year. Both Prologue and Epilogue, two pretty 
songs, Oh, the little Delights that a Lover takes ; and Ah, botu charming is the 
\bade, together with a rollicking catch 'O London, wicked London-Town !' 
which is 'to be sung a I'yvronge, in a drunken humour', might all well be 
Mrs. Behn's, and the whole conduct of the play is very like her early manner. 
Beyond this, however, there is no evidence to suggest it is from her pen. 

3 The overture, act-tunes, incidental music, were composed by Henry 
Purcell. - Familiar Letters of Love, Gallantry, etc., Vol. I (1718), pp. 3 1-2. 


But let that pass : For being impeach'd of murdering mj 
Moor, I am thankful, since, when I shall let the Work 
know, whenever I take the Pains next to appear in Print 
of the mighty Theft I have been guilty of; But howevei 
for your own Satisfaction, I have sent you the Garder 
from whence I gather'd, and I hope you will not thinl 
me vain, if I say, I have weeded and improv'd it. I hope tc 
prevail on the Printer to reprint The Lust's Dominion, &c. 
that my theft may be the more publick. But I detain you. 
I believe I sha'n't have the Happiness of seeing my deal 
Amillia 'till the middle of September: But be assur'c 
I shall always remain as I am, 

Yours, A. Behn. 

Rover (I) is undoubtedly the best knowr 
of Aphra Behn's comedies. It long remained < 
popular favourite in the theatre, its verve, bustk 
and wit, utterly defiant of the modest Josephs anc 
qualmy prudes who censured these lively scenes 
Steele has mention of this in an archly humorous 
paper, No. 51, Spectator, Saturday, 28 April, 1711. 
He pictures a young lady who has taken offence 
at some negligent expression in that chastest o! 
ice-cold proprieties, The Funeral, and he forthwith. 
more or less seriously proceeds to defend his 
play by quoting the example of both predecessors 
and contemporaries. Amongst the writers whc 
are c best skilled in this luscious Way ', he informs 
us that 'we are obliged to the Lady who writ 
Ibrahim * for introducing a preparatory Scene to the 
' very Action, when the Emperor throws his Hand 
kerchief as a Signal for his Mistress to follow him 

1 Ibrahim, the Thirteenth Emperor of the Turks, produced in 1696 (410 
1696), a commendable tragedy by Mrs. Mary Fix, nee Griffiths (1666-1720?) 
The plot is based on Sir Paul Ricaut's continuation of the Turkish history 


into the most retired Part of the Seraglio. . . . 
This ingenious Gentlewoman in this piece of 
Baudry refined upon an Author of the same Sex, 
who in The Rover makes a Country Squire strip to 
his Holland Drawers. For Blunt is disappointed, 
and the Emperor is understood to go on to the 
utmost. ... It is not here to be omitted, that in one 
of the above-mentioned Female Compositions the 
Rover is very frequently sent on the same Errand ; 
as I take it above once every Act. This is not 
wholly unnatural ; for, they say, the Men-Authors 
draw themselves in their Chief Characters, and the 
Women- Writers may be allowed the same Liberty.' 

Early in 1678, in either the first or second week 
of January, Sir Patient Fancy was received with 
great applause. A hint from Brome, more than a 
hint from Moliere, much wit, vivacity, and clever 
ness make up this admirable comedy. Throughout 
the whole of her career it is amply evident that 
Mrs. Behn, an omnivorous reader, kept in constant 
touch with and profited by the French literature 
and theatre of her day. The debt of the English 
stage to France at this period is a fact often not 
sufficiently acknowledged, but one which it would 
really be difficult to over-emphasize. No adequate 
critical knowledge of much of our English song, 
fiction and drama of the Restoration can be attained 
without a close study of their French models and 

During the latter part of this year Mrs. Behn 
found time to revise and write up the romantic 
scenes she had composed two decades before as a 
girl in Surinam, and the result was a tragi-comedy, 


The] Young King, which won considerable favour. | 
Produced in March or early April, 1 1679, it was 
not published till 1683, but a second edition was 
called for in i698. 2 

In March, The Feign d Courtezans, one of Mrs. j 
Behn's happiest efforts, appeared on the boards \ 
of the Duke's House. Not one tittle is borrowed, j 
and its success gives striking proof of the capacity 
of her unaided powers. When printed, the comedy 
was dedicated in adulatory terms to Nell Gwynne. 
With the great Betterton, handsome W T ill Smith, 
Nokes, Underhill, Leigh, an inimitable trio, the 
famous Mrs. Barry, pretty and piquante Betty 
Currer, the beautiful and serenely gracious Mrs. 
Mary Lee, in the cast, it had a perfect galaxy of 
genius to give it life and triumph. 

In 1 68 1 a second part continued the adventures 
of The Rover, and surprisingly good the sequel is. 

From 1678 to 1683 were years of the keenest 
political excitement and unrest. Fomented to frenzy 
by the murderous villainies of Gates and his accom 
plices, aggravated by the traitrous ambition and 
rascalities of Shaftesbury, by the deceit and weak 
ness of Monmouth, and the open disloyalty of the 
Whiggish crew, party politics and controversy waxed 
hotter and fiercer until riots were common and a 

1 The date is fixed by the Epilogue 'at his R.H. second exile into 
landers'. The Duke of York sailed for Antwerp 4 March, 1679. He 
returned in August owing to the King's illness. 

* This fact sufficiently explodes the quite untenable suggestion that 

Ihe Young King in earlier days could find neither producer nor publisher. 

t the quarto did not appear until four years after the play had been 

i the stage is no argument of non-success. Ravenscroft's Mamamoucbi 

as produced early in 1672, and 'continu'd Acting 9 Days with a full house'. 

t specially delighted the King and Court. It was not printed, however, 

until 1675. 


revolution seemed imminent. Fortunately an appeal 
in a royal declaration to the justice of the nation at 
large allayed the storm, and an overwhelming out 
burst of genuine enthusiasm ensued. Albeit the 
bill against him was thrown out with an * ignoramus ' 
by a packed jury 24 November, 1681, a year later, 
28 November, 1 682, Shaftesbury found it expedient 
to escape to Holland,. Monmouth, who had been 
making a regal progress through the country, was 
arrested. Shortly after he was bailed out by his 
political friends, but he presently fled in terror lest 
he should pay the penalty of his follies and crimes, 
inasmuch as a true bill for high treason had been 
found against him. It was natural that at such a crisis 
the stage and satire (both prose and rhyme), should 
become impregnated with party feeling ; and the 
Tory poets, with glorious John Dryden at their 
head, unmercifully pilloried their adversaries. In 
1682 Mrs. Behn produced three comedies, two of 
which are mainly political. The Roundheads, a 
masterly pasquinade, shows the Puritans, near an 
cestors of the Whigs, in their most odious and veri- 
tablecolours. The City Heiress lampoons Shaftesbury 
and his cit following in exquisite caricature. The 
wit and humour, the pointed raillery never coarsen 
ing into mere invective and zany burlesque, place 
this in the very front rank of her comedies. 1 The False 

1 Gould in The Play House, a Satyr, stung by Mrs. Behn's success, 
derides that 

clean piece of Wit 

The City Heiress by chaste Sappho Writ, 
Where the Lewd Widow comes with Brazen Face, 
Just seeking from a Stallion's rank Embrace, 
T' acquaint the Audience with her Filthy Case. 
Where can you find a Scene for juster Praise, 
In Shakespear, Johnson, or in Fletcher's Plays? 


Count, the third play of this year, is non-political, 
and she has herein borrowed a suggestion from 
Moliere. It is full of brilliant dialogue and point, 
whilst the situations are truly ludicrous and enter 
taining. As might well be surmised, The Round 
heads and The City Heiress were not slow to wake 
the rancour of the Whigs, who looked about for 
an opportunity of vengeance which they shortly 
found. On 10 August, 1682, there was produced 
at the Duke's Theatre an anonymous tragedy 
Romulus and Hersilia; or, The Sabine War. It is 
a vigorous play of no small merit and attracted 
considerable attention at the time. 1 Mrs. Behn 
contributed both Prologue and Epilogue, the former 
being spoken by that sweet-voiced blonde, winsome 
Charlotte Butler, the latter by Lady Slingsby, who 
acted Tarpeia. There was matter in the Epilogue 
which reflected upon the disgraced Duke of Mon- 
mouth, for whom, in spite of his known treachery 
and treasons, Charles still retained the fondest 
affection. Warm representations were made in 
high quarters, and the following warrant was 
speedily issued : 

Whereas the Lady Slingsby Comoedian and Mrs. Aphaw 
Behen have by acting and writeing at his Royall Highnesse 
Theatre committed severall Misdemeanors and made 
abusive reflections upon persons of Quality, and have 
written and spoken scandalous speeches without any 

1 Publication was delayed. Brooks' Impartial Mercury, Friday, 1 7 Nov., 
1682, advertises: 'To be published on Monday next, the last new play 
called Romulus.' The 4 to is dated 1683. A broad sheet, 1682, gives both 
Prologue 'spoken by Mrs. Butler, written by Mrs. Behn,' and Epilogue 
spoken by the Lady Slingsby.' The 410 gives ' Prologue, spoken by Mrs. 
Butler,' 'Epilogue, Writ by Mrs. A. Behn. Spoken by Tarpeia.' 


License or Approbation of those that ought to peruse 
and authorize the same, These are therefore to require 
you to take into yo r Custody the said Lady Slingsby and 
Mrs. Aphaw Behen and bring them before mee to answere 
the said Offence, And for soe doeing this shalbe yo r 
sufficient Warr 1 . Given und r my hand and scale this 
12 th day of August, 1682. 

To Henry Legatt Messenger 

of His Ma tics Chamber, etc. 

The lines particularly complained of ran as follows: 

of all Treasons, mine was most accurst ; 
Rebelling 'gainst a KING and FATHER first. 
A Sin, which Heav'n nor Man can e're forgive ; 
Nor could I Act it with the face to live. 

There's nothing can my Reputation save 

With all the True, the Loyal and the Brave; 

Not my Remorse or death can Expiate 

With them a Treason 'gainst the KING and State. 

Coming from the mouth of the perjured Tarpeia 
they were of course winged with point unmistak 
able. It is not probable, however, that either 
authoress or actress was visited with anything more 
than censure and a fright. In any case their deten 
tion : (if brought about) must have been very short- 
liv'd, for the partizans of Monmouth, although 
noisy and unquiet, were not really strong, and they 
met with the most effective opposition at every 

In this same year the Whigs in spite of their 
utmost efforts signally failed to suppress, and could 

1 Curtis' Protestant Mercury, August 12-6, 1682, notices that both 
Lady Slingsby and Mrs. Behn have been ordered into custody in respect of 
this Epilogue. 


only retard the production of Dryden and Lee's 
excellent tragedy Th e Duke of Guise ^ first performed 
4 December. The play created a furore, and its 
political purport as a picture of the baffled intrigues 
of Shaftesbury in favour of Lucy Walter's over 
weening son is obvious, nor is it rendered less so 
by Dryden's clever and caustic Vindication of the 
Duke of Guise (1683). It is interesting to note that 
Lady Slingsby, who played the Queen Mother, 
Catherine de' Medici, in this play, has some very 
sardonic speeches put in her mouth; indeed, as 
Henri III aptly remarks, c she has a cruel wit'. 

In 1684 were published the famous Love Letters 
between a Nobleman and his Sister. The letters, 
supposed to have passed between Forde, Lord Grey, 1 
and his sister-in-law Lady Henrietta Berkeley, fifth 
daughter of the Earl, are certainly the work of 
Mrs. Behn. Romantic and sentimental, with now 
and again a pretty touch that is almost lyrical in its 
sweet cadence, they enjoyed the same extraordinary 
popularity which very similar productions have 
attained at a recent date. A third edition was 
called for in 1707. 

Mrs. Behn was also busy seeing her poems 
through the press. The title page is dated 1684, 
and they were issued with a dedication to the Earl 

1 Forde, Lord Grey of Werke, Earl of Tankerville, who succeeded to 
the title in 1675, was married to Lady Mary Berkeley. He eloped, however, 
with Lady Henrietta Berkley, and great scandal ensued. When he and his 
minions were brought to trial, 23 November, 1682, his mistress and a 
number of staunch Whigs boldly accompanied him into court. He was 
iound guilty, but as his friends banded together to resist, something very 
like a riot ensued. He died 25 June, 1701. Lady Henrietta Berkeley, who 
never married, survived her lover nine years. 


of Salisbury. 1 In the same volume is included her 
graceful translation of the Abbe Tallemant's Le 
Voyage de risk d' Amour ^ entitled, A Voyage to 'The 

I Isle of Love. 

The following undated letter (preserved at Bay- 

jfordbury) addressed to Jacob Tonson, and first 

[published in the Gentleman s Magazine, May, 1836, 
pleads hard for an extra payment of five pounds 

[for her book. She writes : 

Deare Mr. Tonson 

I am mightly obleg'd to you for y c service you have don 

me to Mr. Dryden ; in whose esteeme I wou'd chuse to 

j be rather then any bodys in the world; and I am sure 

[ never, in thought, word, or deed merritted other from 

him, but if you had heard w l was told me, you wou'd 

have excus'd all I said on that account. Thank him most 

nfinitly for y e hon. he offers, and I shall never think lean 

io any thing that can merritt so vast a glory ; and I must 

nwe it all to you if I have it. As for Mr. Creech, I would 

I lot have you afflict him w th a thing can not now be 

ihelp'd, so never let him know my resentment. I am 

troubled for y e line that's left out of Dr. Garth, 2 and wish 

|fo r man wou'd write it in y e margent, at his leasure, to all 

| /mi sell. 

As for y e verses of mine, I shou'd really have thought 
em worth thirty pound ; and I hope you will find it 

1 Astrea with her soft gay sighing Swains 
And rural virgins on the flowery Plains, 
The lavish Peer's profuseness may reprove 
Who gave her Guineas for the Isle of Love. 

Contemporary Satire. (Harleian MSS.) 

2 This of course cannot be correct, but it is so transcribed. In the 

"anscript of this letter made by Malone, and now in the possession of 

j! ). Thorn Drury, Esq., K.C., over the word 'Garth's' is written 'Q', and 

c the foot of the page a note by Mitford says : 'This name seems to have 

een doubtful in the MSS.' I have thought it best not to attempt any 

; mendation. 


worth 25/; not that I shou'd dispute at any other time 
for 5 pound wher I am so obleeged; but you can not 
think w* a preety thing y e Island will be, and w l a deal 
of labor I shall have yet with it : and if that pleases, 
I will do the 2 d Voyage, w ch will compose a little book as 
big as a novel by it self. But pray speake to yor Bro r 
to advance the price to one 5 lb more, 'twill at this time 
be more then given me, and I vow I wou'd not aske it if 
I did not really believe it worth more. Alas I wou'd not 
loose my time in such low gettings, but only since I am 
about it I am resolv'd to go throw w th it tho I shou'd give 
it. I pray go about it as soone as you please, for I shall 
finish as fast as you can go on. Methinks y Voyage 
shou'd com last, as being y e largest volume. You know 
Mr. Couly's Dauid is last, because a large poem, and 
Mrs. Philips her Plays for y e same reason. I wish I had 
more time, I wou'd ad something to y e verses y l I have a 
mind too, but, good deare Mr. Tonson, let it be 5 lb more, 
for I may safly swere I have lost y e getting of 5<D lb by it,' 
tho that's nothing to you, or my satisfaction and humour: 
but I have been w th out getting so long y* I am just on y e 
poynt of breaking, espesiall since a body has no creditt at 
y e Playhouse for money as we usd to have, fifty or 60 
deepe, or more ; I want extreamly or I wo'd not urge this j 

Yo rs A. B. 

Pray send me y e loose papers to put to these I have, and 
let me know w ch you will go about first, y c songs and 
verses or that. Send me an answer to-day. 

It is probable that about this date, 1683-4, she 
penned her little novel The Adventure of the Black 
Lady^ and also that excellent extravaganza The 
King of Bantam. 1 Both these and The Unfortunate 

1 Neither of these was printed until eight years after her death. They 
first appear, each with its separate title page, 1697, bound up in the Third 
Edition, < with Large Additions,' of All the Histories and Novels, Written by the 
Late Ingenious Mrs. Bebn, Entire in One Volume, 1698. After Nos. vii, viii, ix, 


Happy Lady are written as if they had certainly 
ibeen completed before the death of Charles II, 
:in which case they must have lain by, MSS, in 
!Mrs. Behn's desk. 

The King, at the height of his power, after a short 
'illness, died 6 February, 1 6 8 5, an event that together 
,with the accession of James naturally evoked a 
plethora of State Poems, to which flood Mrs. Behn 
:ontributed. Her Pindarics rank high amongst the 
semi-official, complimentary, threnodic or pastoral 
bseudo-Dithyrambs, of which the age was so boun 
teous; but it needed the supreme geniusofaDryden 
;ustainedly to instil lyric fire and true poetry into 
phese hybrid forms. 1 The nadir is sounded by the 
plumbeous productions of Shadwell, Nahum Tate, 
i ind c Persons of Quality '. Aphra's Pindarick on the 

I Death of Charles I I ran through two editions in 1 68 5, 
ind her Poem to the Queen Dowager Catherine was 

! Memoirs of the Court of the King of Bantam, The Nun; or, the Perjured Beauty, 

I "be Adventure of the Black Lady follows a note : ' These last three never 
[ efore published.' Some superficial bibliographers (e.g. Miss Charlotte E. 

Morgan in her unreliable monograph, The English Novel till 1749) have 
ostulated imaginary editions of 1683-4 for The Little Black Lady and The 
'ing of Bantam. The Nun } or, the Perjured Beauty is universally confounded 
/ith The History of the Nun (vide Vol. V, p. 259, Introduction to that novel) 
: nd dated 1689. 

With reference to The King of Bantam we have in the 1698 collected 
! dition of the Novels the following 'Advertisement to the Reader. The Stile 
b f the Court of the King of Bantam, being so very different from Mrs. Behn's 

II sual way of Writing, it may perhaps call its being genuine in Question ; to 
M bviate which Objection, I must inform the Reader, that it was a Trial of 
|l kill upon a Wager, to shew that she was able to write in the Style of the 
U lelebrated Scarron, in Imitation of whom 'tis writ, tho' the Story be true. 
|l need not say any thing of the other Two, they evidently confessing their 
\ i dmirable Author.' 

1 Swift, although he amply fulfilled Dryden's famous prophecy, 'Cousin 

wife, you will never be a Pindaric poet', was doubtless thinking of these 

j! 'indarics when in The Battle of the Books he wrote : 'Then Pindar slew , 

I 1 nd , and Oldbam, and , and Afra the Amazon light of foot.' 


published the same year. James II was crowned i 
on St. George's Day, and she greeted her new 
monarch and old patron with a Poem on the Happy 
Coronation of His Sacred Majesty. A little later she) 
published a Miscellany of poems by various hands : 
amongst whom were Etheredge, Edmund Arwaker, j 
Henry Crisp, and Otway, including not a fewj 
from her own pen, 'Together with Reflections on 
Morality, or Seneca Unmasqued. Translated from 
the Maximes of the Duke de la Rochefoucauld', 
a number of clever apophthegms tersely turned. 

The following note, 1 however, affords ample 
evidence that at this juncture, maugre her diligence 
and unremitting toils, she was far from being in 
easy circumstances : 

' Where as I am indebted to Mr. Bags the sum of six pownd 
for the payment of which Mr. Tonson has obleged him self. 
Now I do here by impowre Mr. Zachary Baggs, in case 
the said debt is not fully discharged before Michaelmas 
next, to stop what money he shall hereafter have in his 
hands of mine, upon the playing my first play till this 
aforesaid debt of six pownd be discharged. 
Witness my hand this 1st August, 85. 

A. Behn.' 

Early in 1686 a frolicksome comedy of great 
merit, 'The Lucky Chance, was produced by her at the 
Theatre Royal, the home of the United Companies. 
A Whiggish clique, unable to harm her in any other 
way, banded together to damn the play and so 
endeavoured to raise a pudic hubbub, that happily 
proved quite ineffective. The Lucky Chance^ which 
| contends with The Rover f/J, and The Feign d 

1 First published in The Gentleman's Magazine, May, 1836. 


Courtezans for the honour of being Mrs. Behn's 
highest flight of comic genius, has scenes admittedly 
wantoning beyond the bounds of niggard propriety, 
:but all are alive with a careless wit and a brilliant 
humour that prove quite irresistible. Next appeared 
those graceful translations from de Bonnecorse's 
La Montre . . . seconde partie contenant La Boe'te et 
LeMiroir, which she termed 'The Lover s Watch and 
The Lady's Looking-Glass. 

In 1687 the Duke of Albemarle's voyage to 

Jamaica 1 to take up the government in the West 

Indies gave occasion for a Pindaric, but we only have 

Dne dramatic piece from Mrs. Behn, 'The Emperor 

\if the Moon, a capital three act farce, Italian in 

sentiment and origin. For some little time past her 

icalth had begun to trouble her. 2 Her three years 

)f privation and cares had told upon her physically, 

ind since then, 'forced to write for bread and not 

ishamed to own it,' she had spared neither mind nor 

)odily strength. Graver symptoms appeared, but 

'et she found time to translate from Fontenelle 

is version of Van Dale's De Oraculis Etbnicorum 

Ls The History of Oracles and the Cheats of the Pagan 

priests, a book of great interest. There was also 

mblished in 1687 an edition in stately folio of 

Eesop's Fables with his Life in English, French and 

r ^atin y c illustrated with One hundred and twelve 

| jiculptures' and 'Thirty One New Figures repre- 

enting his Life ', by Francis Barlow, the celebrated 

1 Christopher Monck, second Duke of Albermarle, was appointed 
'Overnor-General of Jamaica, 26 November, 1687. He died there early 
, the following autumn. 

2 ' Sapfbo famous for her Gout and Guilt,' writes Gould in The 
iefess f a Satyr. 

I d 


draughtsman of birds and animals. Each plate toj 
the Life has a quatrain appended, and each fable j 
with its moral is versified beneath the accompanying! 
picture. In his brief address to the Reader Barlow] 
writes : 'The Ingenious Mrs. A. Behn has been so 
obliging as to perform the English Poetry, which] 
in short comprehends the Sense of the Fable and 
Moral; Whereof to say much were needless, since 
it may sufficiently recommend it self to all Persons 
of Understanding.' To this year we further assign 
the composition of no fewer than four novels, Tbel 
Unfortunate Bride, 'The Dumb Firgin, 'The Wandering 
Beauty, 'The Unhappy Mistake. She was working at 
high pressure, and 1688 still saw a tremendous 
literary output. Waller had died 2 1 October, 1687, 
at the great age of eighty-one, and her Elegiac 
Ode to his Memory begins : 

How to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring 
(Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering ? 
I, who by Toils of Sickness, am become 
Almost as near as thou art to a Tomb ? 
While every soft and every tender strain 
Is ruffl'd, and ill-natur'd grown with Pain. 

This she sent to his daughter-in-law with the 
following letter 1 : 


At such losses as you have sustain'd in that of yo 1 
Glorious ffather in Law M r . Waller, the whole world 
must wait on your sighs & mournings, tho' we must 
allow yours to be the more sensible by how much more 
(above your Sex) you are Mistriss of that Generousi 

1 Now published for the first time by the courtesy of G. Thorn Drury. 
Esq., K.C., who generously obliged me with a transcript of the original. 


Tallent that made him so great & so admird (besids 
what we will allow as a Relation) tis therfore at your 
ffeet Madam we ought to lay all those Tributary Garlands, 
we humbler pretenders to the Muses believe it our Duty 
to offer at his Tombe in excuse for mine Madam I can 
only say I am very ill & have been dying this twelve 
month, that they want those Graces & that spiritt w ch 
possible I might have drest em in had my health & dulling 
vapors permitted me, howeuer Madam they are left to 
your finer judgment to determin whether they are worthy 
the Honour of the Press among those that cellibrat M r . 
Wallers great fame, or of being doomed to the fire & 
whateuer you decree will extreamly sattisfy 


I humbly beg pardon yo r most Devoted & 

for my yll writing most Obeadient 

Madam for tis with Seruant 

a Lame hand scarce A. BEHN. 

able to hold a pen. 

Her weakness, lassitude, and despondency are 
more than apparent ; yet bravely buckling to her 
work, and encouraged by her success with Fon- 
tenelle, she Englished with rare skill his theory 
of the System of Several New Inhabited Worlds, 
prefixing thereto a first-rate c Essay on Translated 
Prose.' She shows herself an admirable critic, broad- 
minded, with a keen eye for niceties of style. The 
Fair Jilt (licensed 17 April, I688), 1 Oroonoko, and 
Agnes de Castro ^ followed in swift succession. She 
also published Lycidus, a Voyage from the Island oj 
Love, returning to the Abbe Tallemant's dainty 
preciosities. On 10 June, James Francis Edward, 

1 In the original edition of The Fair Jilt (1688), we have advertised : 
'There is now in the Press, Oroonoko ; or, The History of the Royal Slave. 
Written by Madam Bebn.' 


Prince of Wales, was born at St. James's Palace, and 
Mrs. Behn having already written a Congratulatory 
Poem 1 to Queen Mary of Modena on her expecta 
tion of the Prince, was ready with a Poem on his 
Happy Birth. 

One of the most social and convivial of women, 
a thorough Tory, well known to Dryden, Creech, 
Otway and all the leading men of her day, warm 
helper and ally of every struggling writer, Astrea 
began to be completely overpowered by the con 
tinual strain, the unremittent tax upon both health 
and time. Overworked and overwrought, in the 
early months of 1689 she put into English verse 
the sixth book (of Trees] from Cowley's Sex Libri 
Plantarum (1668). Nahum Tate undertook Books 
IV and Vand prefaced the translation when printed. 
As Mrs. Behn knew no Latin no doubt some friend, 
perhaps Tate himself, must have paraphrased the 
original for her. She further published The Lucky 
Mistake and The History of the Nun; or, The Fair Vow 
Breaker? licensed 22 October, 1688. On the after 
noon of 1 2 February, Mary, wife of William ot 
Orange, had with great diffidence landed at White 
hall Stairs, and Mrs. Behn congratulated the lady in 
her Poem To Her Sacred Majesty Queen Mary on her 
Arrival in England. One regrets to find her writing on 
such an occasion, and that she realized the impro 
priety of her conduct is clear from the reference to 
the banished monarch. But she was weary, depressed, 

1 In the second edition (1688), of this Congratulatory Poem to Queen 
Mary of Modena we have the following advertisement: 'On Wednesday 
next will be Published the most Ingenious and long Expected History of 
Oroonoko; or, the Royal Slave. By Mrs. Bebn.' 

3 The title page has 1689, but it was possibly published late in 1688. 


and ill, and had indeed for months past been racked 
with incessant pain. An agonizing complication of 
disorders now gave scant hope of recovery. It is 
in the highest degree interesting to note that during 
her last sickness Dr. Burnet, a figure of no little 
importance at that moment, kindly enquired after 
the dying woman. The Pindaric in which she 
thanks him, and which was printed March, 1689, 
proved the last poem she herself saw through the 
press. At length exhausted nature failed altogether, 
1 and she expired 16 April, 1689, the end hastened 
! by a sad lack of skill in her physician. She is buried 
in the east cloisters of Westminster Abbey. A black 
marble slab marks the spot. On it are graven * Mrs. 
Aphra Behn Dyed April, 16, A.D. 1689,' and two 
lines, 'made by a very ingenious Gentleman tho' 
no Poet': 1 

Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be 
Defence enough against Mortality. 2 

'She was of a generous and open Temper, some 
thing passionate, very serviceable to her Friends 
in all that was in her Power ; and could sooner 
forgive an Injury, than do one. She had Wit, 
Honour, Good-Humour, and Judgment. She was 
Mistress of all the pleasing Arts of Conversation, 

1 Traditionally said to be John Hoyle. 

2 Sam Briscoe, the publisher, in his Dedicatory Epistle to Familiar 
Letters of Love, Gallantry, etc. (2. vols., 1718), says : 'Had the rough Days of 
K. Charles II newly recover' d from the Confusion of a Civil War, or the 
tempestuous Time of James the Second, had the same Sence of Wit as our 
Gentlemen now appear to have, the first Impressions of Milton's Paradise 
Lost had never been sold for Waste Paper ; the Inimitable Hudibras had never 
suffered the Miseries of a Neglected Cavalier ; Tom Brown the merriest and 
most diverting' st man, had never expir'd so neglected ; Mr. Drydens Religion 
would never have lost him his Pension , or Mrs. Bebn ever had but two Lines 
upon her Grave-stone.' 


but us'd 'em not to any but those who love Plain- 
dealing.' So she comes before us. A graceful, 
comely woman, 1 merry and buxom, with brown 
hair and bright eyes, candid, sincere, a brilliant 
conversationalist in days when conversation was no 
mere slipshod gabble of slang but cut and thrust 
of poignant epigram and repartee ; warm-hearted, 
perhaps too warm-hearted, and ready to lend a help 
ing hand even to the most undeserving, a quality 
which gathered all Grub Street round her door. 
At a period when any and every writer, mean or 
great, of whatsoever merit or party, was continually 
assailed with vehement satire and acrid lampoons, 
lacking both truth and decency, Aphra Behn does 
not come off scot-free, nobody did ; and upon 
occasion her name is amply vilified by her foes. 
There are some eight ungenerous lines with a side 
reference to the 'Conquests she had won' in Buck 
ingham's A Trial of the Poets for the Bays, and a page 
or two of insipid spiritless rhymes, The Female 
Laureat, find a place in State Poems. The same 
collection contains 4 Satyr on the Modern 'Translators. 
( Odi Imitatores servum pecus,' &c. By Mr. P r, 2 
1684. It begins rather smartly : 

Since the united Cunning of the Stage, 

Has balk'd the hireling Drudges of the Age ; 

'She was a most beautiful woman, and a more excellent poet'. 
Col. Colepeper. Adversaria, Vol. ii (Harleian MSS.) 

2 This piece finds a place in the unauthorised edition of Prior's Poems, 
1707, a volume the poet himself repudiated. In the Cambridge edition of 
Prior's Works (1905-7), reason is given, however, to show that the line 
are certainly Prior's, and that he withdrew this and other satires (says Curll, 
the bookseller), owing to 'his great Modesty'. The Horatian tag (Epistle* 
i, xiv, 19) is of course ' O Imitatores servum pecus'. 


Since Betterton of late so thrifty 's grown, 
Revives Old Plays, or wisely acts his own ; 

the modern poets 

Have left Stage-practice, chang'd their old Vocations, 
Atoning for bad Plays with worse Translations. 

In some instances this was true enough, but when 
the writer attacks Dryden he becomes ridiculous 
md imprecates 

May he still split on some unlucky Coast, 

And have his Works or Dictionary lost : 

That he may know what Roman Authors mean, 

No more than does our blind Translatress Behn* 

The Female Wit, who next convicted stands, 

Not for abusing Ovid's verse but Sand's: 

She might have learn'd from the ill-borrow'd Grace, 

(Which little helps the Ruin of her Face) 

That Wit, like Beauty, triumphs o'er the Heart 

When more of Nature's seen, and less of Art : 

Nor strive in Ovid's Letters to have shown 

As much of Skill, as Lewdness in her own. 

Then let her from the next inconstant Lover, 

Take a new Copy for a second Rover. 

Describe the Cunning of a jilting Whore, 

From the ill Arts herself has us'd before ; 

Thus let her write, but Paraphrase no more. 

These verses are verjuiced, unwarranted, unfair. 
Tom Brown too in his Letters from the Dead to the 
Living has a long epistle 'From worthy Mrs. Behn 

1 In his Preface Concerning Ovid's Epistles affixed to the translation of 
he Heroides (Ovid's Epistles), 'by Several Hands' (1680), Dryden writes: 
The Reader will here find most of the Translations, with some little 
-atitude or variation from the Author's Sence: That of Oenone to Paris, is 
n Mr. Cowley's way of Imitation only. I was desir'd to say that the 
Vuthor who is of the Fair Sex, understood not Latine. But if she does not, 
am afraid she has given us occasion to be asham'd who do.' 


the Poetess, to the famous Virgin Actress,' (Mrs. 
Bracegirdle), in which the Diana of the stage is 
crudely rallied. < The Virgin's Answer to Mrs. Behn ' 
contains allusions to Aphra's intrigue with some 
well-known dramatic writer, perhaps Ravenscroft, 
and speaks of many an other amour beside. But 
then for a groat Brown would have proved Barbara 
Villiers a virgin, and taxed Torquemada with 
unorthodoxy. Brown has yet another gird at 
Mrs. Behn in his The Late Converts Exposed, or the 
Reason of Mr. Bays 's Changing bis Religion &c. 
Considered in a Dialogue (1690, a quarto tract; 
and reprinted in a Collection of Brown's Dialogues, 
8vo, 1704). Says Eugenius : 'You may remember 
Mr. Bays, how the famed Astrea^ once in her 
Life-time unluckily lighted upon such a Sacred 
Subject, and in a strange fit of Piety, must needs 
attempt a Paraphrase on the Lord's Prayer. But 
alas poor Gentlewoman ! She had scarce travell'd 
half way, when Cupid served her as the Cut-Purse 
did the Old Justice in Bartbolmew Fair, tickled her 
with a Straw in her Ear, and then she could 
not budge one foot further, till she had humbly 
requested her Maker to grant her a private Act 
of Toleration for a little Harmless Love, other 
wise called Fornication.' There is a marginal note 
to this passage : ' Mrs. Behn s Miscell. Printed by 
Jos. Hindmarsh' In a Letter from the Dead Thomas 
Brown to the Living Heraclitus (1704), a sixpenny 
tract, this wag is supposed to meet Mrs. Behn in 
the underworld, and anon establishes himself on 
the most familiar terms with his l dear Afra ' ; 
they take, indeed, c an extraordinary liking to one 


another's Company' for 'good Conversation is not 
j so overplentiful in these Parts.' A bitterer attack 
I yet, An Epistle to Julian (c. 1686-7), paints her as 
i ill, feeble, dying : 

Doth that lewd Harlot, that Poetick Quean, 

Fam'd through White Fryers, you know who I mean, 

Mend for reproof, others set up in spight, 

To flux, take glisters, vomits, purge and write. 

Long with a Sciatica she's beside lame, 

Her limbs distortur'd, Nerves shrunk up with pain, 

And therefore I'll all sharp reflections shun, 

I Poverty, Poetry, Pox, are plagues enough for one. 
In truth, Aphra Behn's life was not one of mere 
pleasure, but a hard struggle against overwhelming 
adversity, a continual round of work. We cannot 
1 1 but admire the courage of this lonely woman, 
who, poor and friendless, was the first in England 
to turn to the pen for a livelihood, and not only 
: won herself bread but no mean position in the 
world of her day and English literature of all 
time. For years her name to a new book, a comedy, 
a poem, an essay from the French, was a word 
to conjure with for the booksellers. There are 
anecdotes in plenty. Some true, some not so 
reliable. She is said to have introduced milk-punch 
into England. 1 We are told that she could write 

1 'Old Mr. John Bowman, the player, told me that Mrs. Behn was 
the First Person he ever knew or heard of who made the Liquor call'd 
Milk Punch.' Oldys ; MS. note in Langbaine. In a tattered MS. recipe 
book, the compilation of a good housewife named Mary Rockett, and dated 
! : 171 1, the following directions are given how to brew this tipple. 'To make 
Milk Punch. Infuse the rinds of 8 Lemons in a Gallon of Brandy 48 hours 
then add 5 Quarts of Water and 2 pounds of Loaf Sugar then Squize the Juices 
of all the Lemons to these Ingredients add 2 Quarts of new milk Scald 
hot stirring the whole till it crudles grate in 2 Nutmegs let the whole 
infuse i Hour then refine through a flannel Bag.' 


a page of a novel or a scene of a play in a room full 
of people and yet hold her own in talk the while. 1 
Her popularity was enormous, and edition after 
edition of her plays and novels was called for. 

In 1690, there was brought out on the stage 
a posthumous comedy, 'The Widow Ranter.* But 
without her supervision, it was badly cast, the script 
was mauled, and it failed. In 1696 Charles Gildon, 
who posed as her favourite protege (and edited her 
writings), gave 'The Tounger Brother. He had, how 
ever, himself tampered with the text. The actors 
did it scant justice and it could not win a permanent 
place in the theatrical repertory. In May, 1738, 
The Gentleman's Magazine published The Apotheosis 
of Milton, a paper, full of interest, which ran through 
several numbers. It is a Vision, in which the writer, 
having fallen asleep in Westminster Abbey, is 
conducted by a Genius into a spacious hall, 'sacred 
to the Spirits of the Bards, whose Remains are 
buried, or whose Monuments are erected within 
this Pile. To night an Assembly of the greatest 
Importance is held upon the Admission of the Great 
Milton into this Society.' The Poets accordingly 
appear either in the habits which they were wont 
to wear on earth, or in some suitable attire. We 
have Chaucer, Drayton, Beaumont, Ben Jonson, 

1 'She always Writ with the greatest ease in the world, and that in 
the midst of Company, and Discourse of other matters. I saw her my self 
write Oroonoko, and keep her own in Discoursing with several then present 
in the Room.' Gildon : An Account of the Life of the Incomparable Mrs. 
Behn, prefixed to The Younger Brother (410 1696). Southerne says, with 
reference to Oroonoko, 'That she always told his Story, more feelingly than 
she writ it.' 

1 It is ushered in by one 'G.J. her friend'. This was almost certainly 
George Jenkins. 


and others who are well particularized, but when 

I we get to the laureates and critics of a later period 

there are some really valuable touches. In 1738 

there must have been many alive who could well 

remember Dryden, Shadwell, Otway, Prior, Philips, 

' Sheffield Duke of Buckinghamshire, Dennis, Atter- 

;bury, Lee, Congreve, Rowe, Addison, Betterton, 

iGay. In the course of his remarks the guide 

'exclaims to the visitor: 'Observe that Lady dressed 

Jin the loose Robe de Chambre with her Neek and 

1 Breasts bare; how much Fire in her Eye! what 

a passionate Expression in her Motions ; And how 

.much Assurance in her Features! Observe what 

| an Indignant Look she bestows on the President 

'Chaucer], who is telling her, that none of her Sex 

I has any Right to a Seat there. How she throws her 

Eyes about, to see if she can find out any one of 

the Assembly who inclines to take her Part. No ! 

mot one stirs ; they who are enclined in her favour 

ire overawed, and the rest shake their Heads ; and 

now she flings out of the Assembly. That extra- 

Drdinary Woman is Afra Behn.' The passage is 

lot impertinent, even though but as showing 

low early condemnatory tradition had begun to 

ncrustate around Astrea. Fielding, however, makes 

lis Man of the World tell a friend that the best way 

'or a man to improve his intellect and commend 

limself to the ladies is by a course of Mrs. Behn's 

levels. With the oncoming of the ponderous 

md starched decorum of the third George's reign 

o o 

ler vogue waned apace, but she was still read and 
quoted. On 12 December, 1786, Horace Walpole 
vrites to the Countess of Upper Ossory, C I am 


going to Mrs. Cowley's new play, 1 which I suppose 
is as instructive as the Marriage of Figaro, for 1 am 
told it approaches to those of Mrs. Behn in Spartan 
delicacy ; but I shall see Miss Farren, who, in my 
poor opinion is the first of all actresses.' Sir Walter 
Scott admired and praised her warmly. But the 
pinchbeck sobriety of later times was unable to 
tolerate her freedom. She was condemned in no 
small still voice as immoral, loose, scandalous ; and 
writer after writer, leaving her unread, reiterated 
the charge till it passed into a byword of criticism, 
and her works were practically taboo in literature, 
a type and summary of all that was worst and foulest 
in Restoration days. The absurdities and falsity or 
this extreme are of course patent now, and it was 
inevitable the recoil should come. 

It is a commonplace to say that her novels are 
a landmark in the history of fiction. Even Macaulay 
allowed that the best of Defoe was 'in no respect 
. . . beyond the reach of Afra Behn'. Above all 
Oroonoko can be traced directly and indirectly, 
perhaps unconsciously, in many a descendant. 
Without assigning her any direct influence on 
Wilberforce, much of the feeling of this novel is 
the same as inspired Harriet Beecher Stowe. She 
has been claimed to be the literary ancestress of 
Bernardin de Saint-Pierre and Chateaubriand ; nor 
is it any exaggeration to find Byron and Rousseau in 
her train. Her lyrics, it has been well said, are often 

1 The School for Greybeards, produced at Drury Lane, 25 November. 
1786. It owes much of its business to The Lucky Chance. Seethe) 
Theatrical History of that comedy (Vol. iii, p. 180). Miss Farren acted) 
Donna Seraphina, second wife of Don Alexis, one of the Greybeards. Shej 
also spoke the epilogue. 


f ' quite bewildering beauty', but her comedies 
^present her best work and she is worthy to be 
inked with the greatest dramatists of her day, 
dth Vanbrugh and Etheredge ; not so strong as 
Vycherley, less polished than Congreve. Such faults 
s she has are obviously owing to the haste with which 
rcumstances compelled her to write her scenes, 
"hat she should ever recover her pristine reputa- 
on is of course, owing to the passing of time with 
s change of manners, fashions, thought and style, 
npossible. But there is happily every indication that 
-long neglected and traduced she will speedily 
indicate for herself, as she is already beginning to 
o, her rightful claim to a high and honourable 
lace in our glorious literature. 


THE text of the dramatic work is primarily based upon the edition of 1724, j 
four volumes, by far the best and most reliable edition of the collected theatre. 
Each play, however, has been carefully collated with the original quartos,! 
some of which are of excessive rarity, and if, in the case of any divergence, I 
the later reading is preferred, reason why is given in the Textual Notes 
upon that specific passage. To the Dramatis Personae are in each case added : 
those characters which hitherto were negligently omitted : I have, further,! 
consistently numbered the scenes and supplied (where necessary) the locales. 
In the order of the plays the 1724 edition has been followed as preserving] 
the traditional and accepted arrangement. The only change herein made is the 
transferring of The Emperor of the Moon from Vol. IV to Vol. Ill, and the 
placing of The Amorous Prince before The Widow Ranter, so that the two 
posthumous plays may thus be found in their due order together at the end 
of Vol. IV. 

With regard to metrical division, I have (unless a special note on any one 
particular line draws attention to the contrary) in this difficult matter fol 
lowed the first quartos, as at this point 1724. proves not so satisfactory, and 
prints much as prose which the earlier separate editions give as verse. A i 
notable instance may be found in The Amorous Prince. To the above rule I 
I adhere so strictly as even not to divide into lines several scenes in The 
Widow Ranter and The Tounger Brother which are palpably blank verse, but 1 
yet which are not so set in the quartos of 1690 and 1696. I felt that the j 
metrical difficulties and kindred questions involved were so capable of almost i 
infinite variations, that to attempt a new and decisive text in this matter 
would not merely be hazardous but also unproductive of any real benefit or 
ultimately permanent result. 

The valuable Dedications and Prefaces, never before given in the collected 
editions, are here reprinted for the first time from the originals. With i 
regard to the novels the first separate edition has in every case been i 
collated. When impossible, however, so to do (as in the exception ofi 
Oroonoko), the earliest accessible text has been taken, and if any difficulty 
arose, all editions of any value whatsoever were likewise consulted. 

For La Montre (The Lover's Watch), the original edition of 1686 was 
used. Any difference in text which has been adopted from later editions 
is duly noted in the textual apparatus to that piece. The Poems have in 
every case been printed from the first which are generally the only 
editions. Where they appeared as broadsides, these, when traceable, have i 
been collated. 

( Ixiii ) 


OF Mrs. Behn there exist three portraits, one by Mary Beale, a second by 
John Riley, and the third by Sir Peter Lely. 

The Beale portrait has been engraved : 'Aphra Behn. From a Picture 
by Mary Beale in the collection of His Grace the Duke of Buckingham. 
Drawn by T. Uwins. Engraved by J. Fittler, A.R.A. London, i March, 
1822. Published by W. Walker, 8 Grays Inn Square.' The original oil 
painting was purchased at the Stow Sale in 1848 (No. 57 in the sale 

[ catalogue), by J. S. Caldwell, a literary antiquarian, Linley Wood, Stafford 
shire. A letter which I wrote to The Times Literary Supplement (26 November, 
1914) on the subject of these portraits brought me a most courteous per- 
-nission from Major-General F. C. Heath Caldwell, the present owner of 
Linley Wood, to view the picture. 

With regard to the well-known and most frequently reproduced portrait 
sy Riley, this, engraved by R. Wise, figures as frontispiece to The Unfortunate 

YBrlde (title page, 1700, and second title page, 1698). It is also given before 
'.he Novels (1696, 1698, and other editions). Engraved by B. Cole, the 

I same portrait fronts the Plays, 4 vols., 1724, and the Novels, z vols., 1735. 
[t again appears 'H. R. Cook, Sculp.', published i August, 1813, by 

I f. W. H. Payne, when it was included as an illustration to the Lady's 

j Monthly Museum. 

The portrait by Sir Peter Lely, which is reproduced as frontispiece to 

j :his edition of Mrs. Behn, was exhibited at the South Kensington Portrait 

i Exhibition of 1866 by Philip Howard, Esq., of Corby Castle, the head of 
:he Corby branch of the Howard family. 

The portrait of Mrs. Behn which appears as frontispiece to the Plays, 
i vols., 1716, is none other than Christina of Sweden from Sebastian 

I Bourdon's drawing now in the Louvre. 

A so-called portrait of Mrs. Behn, 'pub. Rob' Wilkinson', no date, is of 

\ 10 value, being, at best, a bad pastiche from some very poor engraving. 






DURING the exile of Charles II a band of cavaliers, prominent amongst whom 
are Willmore (the Rover), Belvile, Frederick, and Ned Blunt, find themselves 
at Naples in carnival time. Belvile, who at a siege at Pampluna has rescued 
a certain Florinda and her brother Don Pedro, now loves the lady, and the 
tender feeling is reciprocated. Florinda's father, however, designs her for 
the elderly Vincentio, whilst her brother would have her marry his friend 
Antonio, son to the Viceroy. Florinda, her sister Hellena (who is intended 
for the veil), their cousin Valeria, and duenna Callis surreptitiously visit the 
carnival, all in masquerade, and there encounter the cavaliers. Florinda 
arranges to meet Belvile that night at her garden-gate. Meanwhile a picture 
of Angelica Bianca, a famous courtezan, is publicly exposed, guarded by 
bravos. Antonio and Pedro dispute who shall give the 1000 crowns she 
demands, and come to blows. After a short fray Willmore, who has boldly 
pulled down the picture, is admitted to the house, and declares his love, 
together with his complete inability to pay the price she requires. Angelica, 
none the less, overcome with passion, yields to him. Shortly after, meeting 
Hellena in the street, he commences an ardent courtship, which is detected 
by the jealous Angelica, who has followed him vizarded. Florinda that 
night at the garden-gate encounters Willmore, who, having been toping in 
the town, is far from sober, and her cries at his advances attract her brother 
and servants, whom she eludes by escaping back to the house.' After a brawl, 
Willmore has to endure the reproaches of Belvile, who has appeared on the 
scene. During their discussion Antonio makes as about to enter Angelica's 
house before which they are, and Willmore, justling him to one side, wounds 
him. He falls, and the officers who run up at the clash of swords, arrest 
Belvile, who has returned at the noise, as the assailant, conveying him by 
Antonio's orders to the Viceroy's palace. Antonio, in the course of conversa 
tion, resigns Florinda to his rival, and Belvile, disguised as Antonio, obtains 
Florinda from Don Pedro. At this moment Willmore accosts him, and the 
Spaniard perceiving his mistake, soon takes his sister off home. Angelica 
next comes in hot pursuit of Willmore, but they are interrupted by Hellena, 
dressed as a boy, who tells a tale of the Rover's amour with another dame 
and so rouses the jealous courtezan to fury, and the twain promptly part 
quarrelling. Florinda, meanwhile, who has escaped from her brother, run 
ning into an open house to evade detection, finds herself in Ned Blunt's 
apartments. Blunt, who is sitting half-clad, and in no pleasant mood owing 
to his having been tricked of clothes and money and turned into the street 
by a common cyprian, greets her roughly enough, but is mollified by the 
present of a diamond ring. His friends and Don Pedro, come to laugh at 
his sorry case, now force their way into the chamber, and Florinda, whom 
her brother finally resigns to Belvile, is discovered. She is straightway 
united to her lover by a convenient priest. Willmore is then surprised by 
the apparition of Angelica, who, loading him with bitter reproaches for his 
infidelity, is about to pistol him, when she is disarmed by Antonio, and 
accordingly parts in a fury of jealous rage, to give place to Hellena who 
adroitly secures her Rover in the noose of matrimony. 



THE entire plan and many details of both parts of The Rover are taken 
openly and unreservedly from Tom Killigrew's Thomaso, or The Wanderer, 
an unacted comedy likewise in two parts, published for the first time in his 
collected works by Henry Herringman (folio, 1663-4). It is to be noticed, 
however, that whilst Killigrew's work is really one long play of ten closely 
consecutive acts, the scene of which is continually laid in Madrid, without 
any break in time or action, Mrs. Behn, on the other hand, admirably con 
trives that each separate part of The Rover is complete and possesses perfect 
unity in itself, the locale being respectively, and far more suitably, in two 
several places, Naples and Madrid, rather than confined to the latter city 
alone. Mrs. Behn, moreover, introduces new characters and a new intrigue 
in her second part, thus not merely sustaining but even renewing the interest 
which in Thomaso jades and flags most wearily owing to the author's pro 
lixity and diffuseness. 

Killigrew, a royalist to the core, participated in the protracted exile of 
Charles II, and devoting this interim to literature, wrote Thomaso whilst at 
Madrid, probably about the year 1654-5. Although undeniably interesting 
in a high degree, and not ill written, it shares in no small measure the salient 
faults of his other productions, boundless and needless verbosity, slowness of 
action, unconscionable length. 

For all its wit and cleverness, such blemishes would, without trenchant 
cutting, have been more than sufficient to prohibit it from any actual per 
formance, and, indeed, Thomaso may be better described as a dramatic romance 
than a comedy intended for the boards. Clumsy and gargantuan speeches, 
which few actors could have even memorized, and none would have ventured 
to utter on the stage, abound in every scene. This lack of technical acumen 
(unless, as may well be the case, Killigrew wrote much of these plays without 
any thought of presentation) is more than surprising in an author so intimately 
connected with the theatre and, after the Restoration, himself manager of 
the King's Company. 

Nor is Thomaso without its patent plagiarisms. Doubtless no small part 
is simply autobiographical adventuring, but, beside many a reminiscence of 
the later Jacobeans, Killigrew has conveyed entire passages and lyrics whole 
sale without attempt at disguise. Thus the song, ' Come hither, you that 
love,' Act ii, Scene 3, is from Fletcher's Captain, Act iv, the scene in Lelia's 
chamber. Again, the procedure and orations of Lopus the mountebank are 
but the flimsiest alterations of Folpone, Act ii, Scene I, nor could Killigrew 
change Jonson for anything but the worse. He has even gone so far as to 
name his quack's spouse Celia, a distinct echo of Corvino's wife. 

In dealing with these two plays Mrs. Behn has done a great deal more 
than merely fit the pieces for the stage. Almost wholly rewriting them, she 
has infused into the torpid dialogue no small portion of wit and vivacity, 
whilst the characters, prone to devolve into little better than prosy and 
wooden marionettes, with only too apparent wires, are given life, vigour, 
movement, individuality and being. In fact she has made the whole completely 
and essentially her own. In some cases the same names are retained. We 
find Phillipo, Sancho, Angelica Bianca, Lucetta, Callis, in Killigrew. But 
as Willmore is a different thing altogether to Thomaso, so Ned Blunt is an 


infinitely more entertaining figure than his prototype Edwardo. Amongst 
other details Killigrew, oddly and stupidly enough, gives his English gentle 
men foreign names: Thomaso, Ferdinando, Rogero, Harrigo 1 . This jar 
is duly corrected in The Rover. 

Mrs. Behn has further dealt with the Lucetta intrigue in a far more 
masterly way than Killigrew's clumsily developed episode. In Thomaso it 
occupies a considerable space, and becomes both tedious and brutally un 
pleasant. The apt conclusion of the amour in The Rover with Blunt's 
parlous mishap is originally derived from Boccaccio, Second Day, Novel 5, 
where a certain Andreuccio finds himself in the same unsavoury predicament 
as the Essex squireen. However, even this was by no means new to the 
English stage. In Blurt Master Constable, Lazarillo de Tormes, at the house 
of the courtezan Imperia, meets with precisely the same accident, Act Hi, 
Scene 3, Act iv, Scenes 2 and 3, and it is probable that Mrs. Behn did not 
go directly to the Decameron but drew upon Middleton, of whom she made 
very ample use on another occasion, borrowing for The City Heiress no small 
portion of A Mad World, My Masters, and racily reproducing in extenso 
therefrom Sir Bounteous Progress, Dick Folly-Wit, the mock grandee, and 
that most excellent of all burglaries good enough for Fielding at his best. 

In dealing with Thomaso Astrea did not hesitate, with manifest advantage, 
to transfer incidents from Part II to Part I, and vice versa. Correcting, 
pruning, augmenting, enlivening, rewriting, she may indeed (pace the memory 
of the merry jester of Charles II) be well said to have clothed dry bones 
with flesh, and to have given her creation a witty and supple tongue. 


THE first part of The Rover was produced at the Duke's House, Dorset 
Gardens, in the summer of 1677, and licensed for printing on 2 July of the 
same year. It met, as it fully deserved, with complete success, and remained 
one of the stock plays of the company. Smith, the original Willmore, and 
the low comedian Underhill as Blunt were especially renowned in their 
respective roles. Another famous Willmore was Will Mountford, of whom 
Dibdin relates, 'When he played Mrs. Behn's dissolute character of The 
Rover, it was remarked by many, and particularly by Queen Mary, that it 
was dangerous to see him act, he made vice so alluring.' 

Amongst the more notable representations of the eighteenth century we 
find: Drury Lane ; 1 8 February, 1703. Willmore by Wilks; Hellena, 
Mrs. Oldfield ; repeated on 15 October of the same year. Haymarket; 20 
January, 1707. Willmore by Verbruggen ; Blunt, Underhill; Hellena, 
Mrs. Bracegirdle ; Angelica, Mrs. Barry ; Florinda, Mrs. Bowman. Drury 
Lane j zz April, 1708. Willmore by Wilks; Blunt, Estcourt ; Frederick, 
Cibbcr ; Hellena, Mrs. Oldfield ; Angelica, Mrs. Barry ; Florinda, Mrs. 
Porter. Drury Lane; 30 December, 1715. Willmore, Wilks ; Blunt, Johnson ; 
Hellena, Mrs. Mountfort ; Angelica, Mrs. Porter. Drury Lane j 6 March, 

1 There is a strange commixture here. The character is familiarly 
addressed as 'Hal', the scene is Madrid, and he rejoices in the Milanese 
(not Italian) nomenclature Arrigo=Henry in that dialect. 


1716. Don Pedro, Quin ; Frederick, Ryan; Florinda, Mrs. Horton. 
Lincoln's Inn Fields} 5 April, 1725. 'Never acted there.' Performed for 
Ryan's benefit. Willmore, Ryan ; Belvile, Quin ; Blunt, Spiller ; Hellcna, 
Mrs. Bullock ; Angelica, Mrs. Parker. Co-vent Garden ; 9 November, 1 748. 
Willmore, Ryan ; Blunt, Bridgewater; Hellena, Mrs. Woffington ; Angelica, 
Mrs. Horton. To make this performance more attractive there was 
also presented 'a musical entertainment", entitled, Apollo and Daphne, 
which had been originally produced at Lincoln's Inn Fields in 1726. 
Covenf Garden; 19 February, 1757. 'Not acted twenty years.' Willmore, 
Smith ; Belvile, Ridout ; Frederick, Clarke ; Don Antonio, Dyer ; Blunt, 
Shuter ; Hellena, Mrs. Woffington ; Angelica, Mrs. Hamilton ; Florinda, 
Mrs. Elmy. This, the latest revival, was performed with considerable 
expense, and proved successful, being repeated no less than ten times during 
the season. Wilkinson says that Shuter acted Blunt very realistically, and, 
as the stage directions of Act iii require, stripped to his very drawers. 

On 8 March, 1790, J. P. Kemble presented at Drury Lane a pudibond 
alteration of The Rover, which he dubbed Love in Many Masks (8vo, 1790). 
It was well received, and acted eight times ; in the following season once. 
Willmore was played by Kemble himself; Belvile, Wroughton ; Blunt, 
Jack Bannister; Stephano, Suett ; Hellena, Mrs. Jordan; Angelica, Mrs. 
Ward ; Florinda, Mrs. Powell ; Valeria, Mrs. Kemble ; Lucetta, Miss 
Tidswell. It is not entirely worthless from a purely technical point of view, 
but yet very modest and mediocre. As might well be surmised, the raciness 
and spirit of The Rover entirely evaporate in the insipidity of emasculation. 
This is the last recorded performance of Mrs. Behn's brilliant comedy in 
any shape. 



or, the Banish'd Cavaliers. 



Written by a Person of Quality. 

WITS, like Physicians, never can agree, 
When of a different Society ; 
And Rabel's Drops were never more cry J d down 
By all the Learned Doctors of the Town, 
Than a new Play, whose Author is unknown : 
Nor can those Doctors with more Malice sue 
(And powerful Purses) the dissenting Few, 
Than those with an insulting Pride do rail 
At all who are not of their own Cabal. 

If a Toung Poet hit your Humour right, 
You judge him then out of Revenge and Spite , 
So amongst Men there are ridiculous Elves, 
Who Monkeys hate for being too like themselves: 
So that the Reason of the Grand Debate, 
Why Wit so oft is damnd, when good Plays take, 
Is, that you censure as you love or hate. 
Thus, like a learned Conclave, Poets sit 
Catholic k Judges both of Sense and Wit, 
And damn or save, as they themselves think fit. 
Yet those who to others Faults are so severe, 
Are not so perfect, but themselves may err. 
Some write correct indeed, but then the whole 
(Bating their own dull Stuff itr? Play) is stole: 


As Bees do suck from Flowers their Honey-dew, 
So they rob others, striving to please you. 

Some write their Characters genteel and fine, 
But then they do so toil for every Line, 
That what to you does easy seem, and plain, 
Is the hard issue of their labouring Brain. 
And some tV Effects of all their Pains we see, 
Is but to mimick good Extempore. 

Others by long Converse about the Town, \ 

Have Wit enough to write a lend Lampoon, 
But their chief Skill lies in a Baudy Song. 
In short, the only Wit that's now in Fashion 
Is but the Gleanings of good Conversation. 
As for the Author of this coming Play, \ 

I ask'd him what he thought fit I should say, 
In thanks for your good Company to day : 
He calFd me Fool, and said it was well known, 
You came not here for our sakes, but your own. 
New Plays are stujffd with Wits, and with Debauches, 
That croud and sweat like Cits in Ma-flta Coaches. 




Don Antonio, the Vice-Roy's Son, Mr. Je-vorne. 

Don Pedro, a Noble Spaniard, his Friend, Mr. Medburne. 

Bel-vile, an English Colonel in love with Florinda, Mr. Betterton. 

Wdlmore, the ROVER, Mr. Smith. 

Frederick, an English Gentleman, and Friend to ) -- _ ,. 
D i -f j DT / Mr. Crosbie. 

Bel-vile and Blunt, 

Blunt, an English Country Gentleman, Mr. Underbill. 

Stephana, Servant to Don Pedro, Mr. Richards. 

Philippo, Lucetta's Gallant, Mr. Perciiial. 

Sancho, Pimp to Lucetta, Mr. 7oi6 Lee. 

Bisky and Sebastian, two Bravoes to Angelica. 
Diego, Page to Don Antonio. 
Page to Hellena. 
Boy, Page to Bel-vile. 
Blunfs Man. 
Officers and Soldiers. 


Florinda, Sister to Don Pedro, Mrs. Betterton. 

Hellena, a gay young Woman design'd for a Nun, / ,, 

. a- / rv j f Mrs. Barrev. 

and Sister to Florinda, \ 

Valeria, a Kinswoman to Florinda, Mrs. Hughes. 

Angelica Bianco, a famous Curtezan, Mrs. G-win. 

Morctta, her Woman, Mrs. Leigh. 

Callis, Governess to Florinda and Hellena, Mrs. Norris. 

Lucetta, a jilting Wench, Mrs. Gilloiv. 

Servants, other Masqueraders, Men and Women. 

SCENE Naples, in Carnival-time. 




SCENE I. A chamber. 
Enter Florinda and Hellena. 

Flor. What an impertinent thing is a young Girl bred 
in a Nunnery ! How full of Questions ! Prithee no more, 
Hellena ; I have told thee more than thou understand'st 

Hell. The more's my Grief; I wou'd fain know as much 
as you, which makes me so inquisitive ; nor is't enough to 
know you're a Lover, unless you tell me too, who 'tis you 
sigh for. 

Flor. When you are a Lover, I'll think you fit for a 
Secret of that nature. 

Hell. 'Tis true, I was never a Lover yet but I begin 
to have a shreud Guess, what 'tis to be so, and fancy it very 
pretty to sigh, and sing, and blush and wish, and dream and 
wish, and long and wish to see the Man ; and when I do, 
look pale and tremble; just as you did when my Brother 
brought home the fine English Colonel to see you what 
do you call him ? Don Belvile. 

Flor. Fie, Hellena. 

Hell. That Blush betrays you I am sure 'tis so or is 
it Don Antonio the Vice-Roy's Son ? or perhaps the 
rich old Don Vincentio, whom my father designs for your 
Husband ? Why do you blush again ? 

Flor. With Indignation ; and how near soever my 
Father thinks I am to marrying that hated Object, I shall 
let him see I understand better what's due to my Beauty, 
Birth and Fortune, and more to my Soul, than to obey 
those unjust Commands. 

Hell. Now hang me, if I don't love thee for that dear 
Disobedience. I love Mischief strangely, as most of our 


3cx do, who are come to love nothing else But tell me, 
lear Florinda y don't you love that fine Anglese? for I 
/ownext to loving him my self, 'twill please me most that 
ou do so, for he is so gay and so handsom. 

Flor. Hellena, a Maid design'd for a Nun ought not to 
e so curious in a Discourse of Love. 

Hell. And dost thou think that ever I'll be a Nun ? Or at 
east till I'm so old, I'm fit for nothing else. Faith no, Sister; 
id that which makes me long to know whether you love 
3elvile y is because I hope he has some mad Companion 
r other, that will spoil my Devotion ; nay I'm resolv'd to 
rovide my self this Carnival, if there be e'er a handsom 
ellow of my Humour above Ground, tho I ask first. 

Flor. Prithee be not so wild. 

Hell. Now you have provided your self with a Man, 
ou take no Care for poor me Prithee tell me, what dost 
lou see about me that is unfit for Love have not I a world 
f Youth? a Humour gay? a Beauty passable? a Vigour 
esirable ? well shap'd ? clean limb'd ? sweet breath'd ? and 
ense enough to know how all these ought to be employ'd 
) the best Advantage : yes, I do and will. Therefore lay 
side your Hopes of my Fortune, by my being a Devotee, 
id tell me how you came acquainted with this Be/vile ; 
ir I perceive you knew him before he came to Naples. 

Flor. Yes, I knew him at the Siege of Pampelona^ he 
as then a Colonel of French Horse, who when the Town 
as ransack'd, nobly treated my Brother and my self, pre- 

rving us from all Insolencies ; and I must own, (besides 
'eat Obligations) I have I know not what, that pleads 

ndly for him about my Heart, and will suffer no other 

enter But see my Brother. 

Enter Don Pedro, Stephano, with a Masquing Habit, 
and Callis. 

Pedro. Good morrow, Sister. Pray, when saw you your 
Don Vincentiol 


Flor. I know not, Sir Callis, when was he here r for 
I consider it so little, I know not when it was. 

Pedro. I have a Command from my Father here to tell 
you, you ought not to despise him, a Man of so vast a 
Fortune, and such a Passion for you Stephana, my things- 

[Puts on his Masquing Habit. 

Flor. A Passion for me ! 'tis more than e'er I saw, or 
had a desire should be known I hate Vincentio, and I 
would not have a Man so dear to me as my Brother 
follow the ill Customs of our Country, and make a Slave 
of his Sister And Sir, my Father's Will, I'm sure, you 
may divert. 

Pedro. I know not how dear I am to you, but I wish 
only to be rank'd in your Esteem, equal with the English 
Colonel Belvile Why do you frown and blush? Is there 
any Guilt belongs to the Name of that Cavalier ? 

Flor. I'll not deny I value Behlle : when I was expos'd 
to such Dangers as the licens'd Lust of common Soldier 
threatned, when Rage and Conquest flew thro the City 
then Belvile, this Criminal for my sake, threw himself intc 
all Dangers to save my Honour, and will you not allow 
him my Esteem ? 

Pedro. Yes, pay him what you will in Honour but yoi 
must consider Don Vincentios Fortune, and the Jointure 
he'll make you. 

Flor. Let him consider my Youth, Beauty and Fortune: 
which ought not to be thrown away on his Age anc 

Pedro. 'Tis true, he's not so young and fine a Gentle 
man as that Belvile but what Jewels will that Cavaliei 
present you with ? those of his Eyes and Heart ? 

Hell. And are not those better than any Don Vincentii 
has brought from the Indies ? 

Pedro. Why how now ! Has your Nunnery-breeding 
taught you to understand the Value of Hearts and Eyes 

Hell. Better than to believe Vincentio deserves Valu< 


om any woman He may perhaps encrease her Bags, 
ut not her Family. 

Pedro. This is fine Go up to your Devotion, you are 
ot design'd for the Conversation of Lovers. 
Hell. Nor Saints yet a while I hope. [Aside. 

't not enough you make a Nun of me, but you must cast 
y Sister away too, exposing her to a worse confinement 
an a religious Life ? 

Pedro. The Girl's mad Is it a Confinement to be 

rry'd into the Country, to an antient Villa belonging to 

e Family of the Vincentlo's these five hundred Years, 

d have no other Prospect than that pleasing one of seeing 

her own that meets her Eyes a fine Air, large Fields 

d Gardens, where she may walk and gather Flowers? 

Hell. When ? By Moon-Light ? For I'm sure she dares 

ot encounter with the heat of the Sun ; that were a Task 

ily for Don Vincentio and his Indian Breeding, who 

ves it in the Dog-days And if these be her daily Diver- 

sements, what are those of the Night? to lie in a wide 

'oth-eaten Bed-Chamber with Furniture in Fashion in 

e Reign of King Sancho the First ; the Bed that which 

s Forefathers liv'd and dy'd in. 

Pedro. Very well. 

Hell. This Apartment (new furbisht and fitted out for 
e young Wife) he (out of Freedom) makes his Dressing- 
om ; and being a frugal and a jealous Coxcomb, instead of 
V^alet to uncase his feeble Carcase, he desires you to do that 
ffice Signs of Favour, I'll assure you, and such as you 
ust not hope for, unless your Woman be out of the way. 
Pedro. Have you done yet ? 

Hell. That Honour being past, the Giant stretches it 
If, yawns and sighs a Belch or two as loud as a Musket, 
rows himself into Bed, and expects you in his foul 
icets, and e'er you can get your self undrest, calls you 
ith a Snore or two And are not these fine Blessings 
a young Lady ? 


Pedro. Have you done yet? 

Hell. And this man you must kiss, nay, you must kis: 
none but him too and nuzle thro his Beard to find his 
Lips and this you must submit to for threescore Years 
and all for a Jointure. 

Pedro. For all your Character of Don Vincent'io, sh< 
is as like to marry him as she was before. 

Hell. Marry Don Vincentiol hang me, such a Wed 
lock would be worse than Adultery with another Man 
I had rather see her in the Hostel de Dieit, to waste he 
Youth there in Vows, and be a Handmaid to Lazers am 
Cripples, than to lose it in such a Marriage. 

Pedro. You have consider'd, Sister, that Behile has m 
Fortune to bring you to, is banisht his Country, despis'i 
at home, and pity'd abroad. 

Hell. What then ? the Vice-Roy's Son is better thai 
that Old Sir Fisty. Don Vincentio ! Don Indian ! he think 
he's trading to Gambo still, and wou'd barter himself (tha 
Bell and Bawble) for your Youth and Fortune. 

Pedro. Callis, take her hence, and lock her up all thi 
Carnival, and at Lent she shall begin her everlastin 
Penance in a Monastery. 

Hell. I care not, I had rather be a Nun, than be oblig' 
to marry as you wou'd have me, if I were design'd for'' 

Pedro. Do not fear the Blessing of that Choice yo 
shall be a Nun. 

Hell. Shall I so? you may chance to be mistaken i 
my way of Devotion A Nun ! yes I am like to mak 
a fine Nun ! I have an excellent Humour for a Grate 
No, I'll have a Saint of my own to pray to shortly, if 
like any that dares venture on me. \_AttA 

Pedro. Callis, make it your Business to watch this wil 
Cat. As for you, Florinda, I've only try'd you all th 
while, and urg'd my Father's Will ; but mine is, that yo! 
would love Antonio, he is brave and young, and all that cal 
compleat the Happiness of a gallant Maid This Absencl 


!>f my Father will give us opportunity to free you from 
\ r mcentw, by marrying here, which you must do to morrow. 
Flor. To morrow ! 

Pedro, To morrow, or 'twill be too late 'tis not my 
friendship to Antonio^ which makes me urge this, but 
)ve to thec, and Hatred to Vincentio therefore resolve 
m't to morrow. 
Flor. Sir, I shall strive to do, as shall become your 
Pedro. I'll both believe and trust you Adieu. 

[Ex. Fed. and Steph. 

Hell. As become his Sister ! That is, to be as resolved 
mr way, as he is his [Hell, goes to Callis. 

Flor. I ne'er till now perceiv'd my Ruin near, 
/e no Defence against Antonio's Love, 
)r he has all the Advantages of Nature, 
ic moving Arguments of Youth and Fortune. 
Hell. But hark you, CW//V, you will not be so cruel to 
:k me up indeed : will you? 

Call. I must obey the Commands I hate besides, do 
lu consider what a Life you are going to lead ? 

lell. Yes, Callis, that of a Nun : and till then I'll be 
lebted a World of Prayers to you, if you let me now 
j , what I never did, the Divertisements of a Carnival. 
What, go in Masquerade ? 'twill be a fine fare- 
11 to the World I take it pray what wou'd you do 

lell. That which all the World does, as I am told, 
mad as the rest, and take all innocent Freedom 
er, you'll go too, will you not ? come prithee be not 
-We'll out-wit twenty Brothers, if you'll be ruled 
me Come put off this dull Humour with your 
>thes, and assume one as gay, and as fantastick as the 
my Cousin Valeria and I have provided, and let's 
"lor. Callis, will you give us leave to go? 


Call. I have a youthful Itch of gong my self. \_Asid. ' 
Madam, if I thought your Brother night not know ill 
and I might wait on you, for by my r/oth I'll not tnul 
young Girls alone. 

Flor. Thou see'st my Brother's gone already, and the 
shalt attend and watch us. 

Enter Stephano. 

Steph. Madam, the Habits are come, and your Cous i 
Valeria is drest, and stays for you. 

Flor. 'Tis well I'll write a Note, and if I chance I 
see Belvile, and want an opportunity to speak to him, thl 
shall let him know what I've resolv'd in favour of him. 

Hell. Come, let's in and dress us. i [Exeutl 

SCENE II. A Long Street. 

Enter Belvile, melancholy, Blunt and Freder ick. 

Fred. Why, what the Devil ails the Colonel, i e n a tir 
when all the World is gay, to look like mere Le nt thul 
Hadst thou been long enough in Naples to have been -in lotJ 
I should have sworn some such Judgment had befall r f" th< 

Belv. No, I have made no new Amours since I cai ! 
to Naples. ^ 

Fred. You have left none behind you in Paris. 1 

Beh. Neither. J 

Fred. I can't divine the Cause then ; unless the ol 
Cause, the want of Mony. 

Blunt. And another old Cause, the want of a Wench 
Wou'd not that revive you r 

Belv. You're mistaken, Ned. 

Blunt Nay, 'Sheartlikins, then thou art past Cure. 

Fred. I have found it out ; thou hast renew'd th I 
Acquaintance with the Lady that cost thee so many Sigh 
at the Siege of Pampelona pox on't, what d'ye call he 
her Brother's a noble Spaniard Nephew to the dea*. 
General Florinda*y, Florindu And will nothing 


serve thy turn but that damn'd virtuous Woman, whom 
on my Consicience thou lov'st in spite too, because thou 
seest little or no possibility of gaining her? 

Belv. Thou art mistaken, I have Interest enough in 
that lovely Virgin's Heart, to make me proud and vain, 
were it not abated by the Severity of a Brother, who 
perceiving my Happiness 

Fred. Has civilly forbid thee the House? 

Belv. 'Tis so, to make way for a powerful Rival, the 
Vice-Roy's Son, who has the advantage of me, in being 
a Man of Fortune, a Spaniard, and her Brother's Friend ; 
which gives him liberty to make his Court, whilst I have 
recourse only to Letters, and distant Looks from her Win 
dow, whicli are as soft and kind as those which Heav'n 
sends down on Penitents. 

Blunt. Hey day ! 'Sheartlikins, Simile ! by this Light 
the Man is quite spoil'd Frederick, what the Devil are 
we made of, that we cannot be thus concern'd for a 
Wench ? 'Sheartlikins, our Cupids are like the Cooks 
of the Camp, they can roast or boil a Woman, but they 
have none of the fine Tricks to set 'em off, no Hogoes to 
make the Sauce pleasant, and the Stomach sharp. 

Fred. I dare swear I have had a hundred as young, 
kind and handsom as this Florinda ; and Dogs eat me, if 
they were not as troublesom to me i'th' Morning as they 
were welcome o'er night. 

Blunt. And yet, I warrant, he wou'd not touch another 
Woman, if he might have her for nothing. 

Belv. That's thy Joy, a cheap Whore. 

Blunt. Why, 'dsheartlikins, I love a frank Soul When 
did you ever hear of an honest Woman that took a Man's 
Mony ? I warrant 'em good ones But, Gentlemen, you 
may be free, you have been kept so poor with Parliaments 
and Protectors, that the little Stock you have is not worth 
preserving but I thank my Stars, I have more Grace than 
to forfeit my Estate by Cavaliering. 

I C 


Belv. Methinks only following the Court should be 
sufficient to entitle 'em to that. 

Blunt. 'Sheartlikins, they know I follow it to do it no 
good, unless they pick a hole in my Coat for lending you 
Mony now and then ; which is a greater Crime to my 
Conscience, Gentlemen, than to the Common-wealth. 

Enter Willmore. 

Will. Ha ! dear Be/vile! noble Colonel ! 

Belv. Willmore ! welcome ashore, my dear Rover ! 
what happy Wind blew us this good Fortune? 

Will. Let me salute you my dear Fred, and then 
command me How is't honest Lad ? 

Fred. Faith, Sir, the old Complement, infinitely the 
better to see my dear mad Willmore again Prithee why 
earnest thou ashore ? and where 's the Prince ? 

Will. He's well, and reigns still Lord of the watery 
Element I must aboard again within a Day or two, and 
my Business ashore was only to enjoy my self a little this 

Belv. Pray know our new Friend, Sir, he's but bashful, 
a raw Traveller, but honest, stout, and one of us. 

[Embraces Blunt. 

Will. That you esteem him, gives him an Interest here. 

Blunt. Your Servant, Sir. 

Will. But well Faith I'm glad to meet you again 
in a warm Climate, where the kind Sun has its god-like 
Power still over the Wine and Woman. Love and Mirth 
are my Business in Naples ; and if I mistake not the Place, 
here's an excellent Market for Chapmen of my Humour. 

Belv. See here be those kind Merchants of Love you 
look for. 

Enter several Men in masquing Habits, some playing on 
Mustek, others dancing after ; Women drest like Curtezans, 
with Papers pinnd to their Breasts, and Baskets of Flowers 
in their Hands. 


Blunt. 'Sheartlikins, what have we here ! 

Fred. Now the Game begins. 

Will. Fine pretty Creatures ! may a stranger have leave 
to look and love? What's here Roses for every Month! 

\_Reads the Paper. 

'Blunt. Roses for every Month ! what means that ? 

Belv. They are, or wou'd have you think they're 
Curtezans, who here in Naples are to be hir'd by the Month. 

Will. Kind and obliging to inform us Pray where 
do these Roses grow ? I would fain plant some of 'em 
in a Bed of mine. 

Worn. Beware such Roses, Sir. 

Will. A Pox of fear : I'll be bak'd with thee between 
a pair of Sheets, and that's thy proper Still, so I might but 
strow such Roses over me and under me Fair one, wou'd 
you wou'd give me leave to gather at your Bush this idle 
Month, I wou'd go near to make some Body smell of it all 
the Year after. 

Belv. And thou hast need of such a Remedy, for thou 
|;J stinkest of Tar and Rope-ends, like a Dock or Pesthouse. 

[ The Woman puts her self into the Hands of a Man, and 
' Exit. 

Will. Nay, nay, you shall not leave me so. 

Belv. By all means use no Violence here. 

Will. Death ! just as I was going to be damnably in 
love, to have her led off! I could pluck that Rose out of 
[ his Hand, and even kiss the Bed, the Bush it grew in. 

Fred. No Friend to Love like a long Voyage at Sea. 

Blunt. Except a Nunnery, Fred. 

Will. Death ! but will they not be kind, quickly be 
kind ? Thou know'st I'm no tame Sigher, but a rampant 
Lion of the Forest. 

Two Men drest all over with Horns of several sorts, making 
Grimaces at one another, with Papers pi nn'd on their Backs, 
advance from the farther end of the Scene. 


Belv. Oh the fantastical Rogues, how they are dress'd ! 
'tis a Satir against the whole Sex. 

Will. Is this a Fruit that grows in this warm Country ? 

Belv. Yes : 'Tis pretty to see these Italian start, swell, 
and stab at the Word Cuckold, and yet stumble at Horns 
on every Threshold. 

Will. See what's on their Back Flowers for every 
Night. [Reads. 

Ah Rogue ! And more sweet than Roses of ev'ry 
Month ! This is a Gardiner of Adams own breeding. 

[ They dance. 

Belv. What think you of those grave People ? is a 
Wake in Essex half so mad or extravagant? 
, Will. I like their sober grave way, 'tis a kind of legal 
i authoriz'd Fornication, where the Men are not chid for't, 
nor the Women despis'd, as amongst our dull English; 
even the Monsieurs want that part of good Manners. 

Belv. But here in Italy a Monsieur is the humblest 
best-bred Gentleman Duels are so baffled by Bravo's 
that an age shews not one, but between a Frenchman and 
a Hang-man, who is as much too hard for him on the 
Piazza, as they are for a Dutchman on the new Bridge 
But see another Crew. 

Enter Y\orinda, Hellena, oW Valeria, drest like Gipsies; Callis 
flWStephano, Lucetta, }*\\\\\^\>\\o in Masquerade. 

Hell. Sister, there's your Englishman, and with him a 
handsom proper Fellow I'll to him, and instead of telling 
him his Fortune, try my own. 

Will. Gipsies, on my Life Sure these will prattle 
if a Man cross their Hands. [Goes to Hellena] Dear 
pretty (and I hope) young Devil, will you tell an amorous 
Stranger what Luck he's like to have ? 

Hell. Have a care how you venture with me, Sir, lest 
I pick your Pocket, which will more vex your English 
Humour, than an Italian Fortune will please you. 


Will. How the Devil cam'st thou to know my Country 
and Humour? 

Hell. The first I guess by a certain forward Impudence, 
which does not displease me at this time ; and the Loss of 
your Money will vex you, because I hope you have but 
very little to lose. 

Will. Egad Child, thou'rt i'th' right; it is so little, I 
dare not offer it thee for a Kindness But cannot you 
divine what other things of more value I have about me, 
that I would more willingly part with ? 

Hell. Indeed no, that's the Business of a Witch, and 
I am but a Gipsy yet Yet, without looking in your Hand, 
I have a parlous Guess, 'tis some foolish Heart you mean, 
an inconstant English Heart, as little worth stealing as 
your Purse. 

ill. Nay, then thou dost deal with the Devil, that's 
certain Thou hast guess'd as right as if thou hadst been 
one of that Number it has languisht for I find you'll be 
better acquainted with it ; nor can you take it in a better 
time, for I am come from Sea, Child ; and f^enusnot being 
[propitious to me in her own Element, I have a world of 
Love in store Wou'd you would be good-natur'd, and 
I take some on't off my Hands. 

He/1. Why I could be inclin'd that way but for a 
I foolish Vow I am going to make to die a Maid. 

Will. Then thou art damn'd without Redemption ; 
land as I am a good Christian, I ought in charity to divert 
;o wicked a Design therefore prithee, dear Creature, let 
Tie know quickly when and where I shall begin to set a 
nelping hand to so good a Work. 

Hell. If you should prevail with my tender Heart (as I 
sgin to fear you will, for you have horrible loving Eyes) 
here will be difficulty in't that you'll hardly undergo for 
ly sake. 

Will. Faith, Child, I have been bred in Dangers, and 
fear a Sword that has been employ'd in a worse Cause, 


than for a handsom kind Woman Name the Danger- 
let it be any thing but a long Siege, and I'll undertake it. 

Hell. Can you storm ? 

Will. Oh, most furiously. 

Hell. What think you of a Nunnery-wall ? for he that 
wins me, must gain that first. 

Will. A Nun ! Oh how I love thee for't ! there's no 
Sinner like a young Saint Nay, now there's no denying 
me : the old Law had no Curse (to a Woman) like dying 
a Maid ; witness Jephtha's Daughter. 

Hell. A very good Text this, if well handled ; and I 
perceive, Father Captain, you would impose no severe 
Penance on her who was inclin'd to console her self before 
she took Orders. 9 

Will. If she be young and handsom. 

Hell. Ay, there's it but if she be not 

Will. By this Hand, Child, I have an implicit Faith, 
and dare venture on thee with all Faults besides, 'tis 
more meritorious to leave the World when thou hast tasted 
and prov'd the Pleasure on't ; then 'twill be a Virtue in 
thee, which now will be pure Ignorance. 

Hell. I perceive, good Father Captain, you design only 
to make me fit for Heaven but if on the contrary you 
should quite divert me from it, and bring me back to the 
World again, I should have a new Man to seek I find ; 
and what a grief that will be for when I begin, I fancy 
I shall love like any thing : I never try'd yet. 

Will. Egad, and that's kind Prithee, dear Creature, 
give me Credit for a Heart, for faith, I'm a very honest 
Fellow Oh, I long to come first to the Banquet of Love; 
and such a swinging Appetite I bring Oh, I'm impatient. 
Thy Lodging, Sweetheart, thy Lodging, or I'm a dead man. 

Hell. Why must we be either guilty of Fornication or, 
Murder, if we converse with you Men ? And is there 
no difference between leave to love me, and leave to lit 
with me ? 


Will, Faith, Child, they were made to go together. 

Lucet. Are you sure this is the Man ? [Pointing to Blunt. 

Sancho. When did I mistake your Game? 

Lucet. This is a stranger, I know by his gazing ; if he 
be brisk he'll venture to follow me; and then, if I under 
stand my Trade, he's mine : he's English too, and they say 
that's a sort of good natur'd loving People, and have gener 
ally so kind an opinion of themselves, that a Woman with 
any Wit may flatter 'em into any sort of Fool she pleases. 

Blunt. 'Tis so she is taken I have Beauties which 
my false Glass at home did not discover. 

[She often passes by Blunt and gazes on him ; he struts, 
and cocks, and walks, and gazes on her. 

Flor. This Woman watches me so, I shall get no 
Opportunity to discover my self to him, and so miss the 
intent of my coming But as I was saying, Sir by this 
Line you should be a Lover. [Looking in his Hand. 

Belv. I thought how right you guess'd, all Men are in 
love, or pretend to be so Come, let me go, I'm weary 
of this fooling. [Walks away. 

Flor. I will not, till you have confess'd whether the 
Passion that you have vow'd Florinda be true or false. 

[She holds him, he strives to get from her. 

Belv. Florinda ! [ Turns quick towards her. 

Flor. Softly. 

Belv. Thou hast nam'd one will fix me here for ever. 

Flor. She'll be disappointed then, who expects you this 
Night at the Garden-gate, and if you'll fail not as let me 
see the other Hand you will go near to do she vows to 
die or make you happy. [Looks on Callis, who observes ' 'em. 

Belv. What canst thou mean ? 

Flor. That which I say Farewel. [Offers to go. 

Belv. Oh charming Sybil, stay, complete that Joy, 
which, as it is, will turn into Distraction ! Where must 
I be ? at the Garden-gate ? I know it at night you say 
I'll sooner forfeit Heaven than disobey. 

24 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT i 

Enter Don Pedro and other Masquers, and pass 
over the Stage. 

Call. Madam, your Brother's here. 

Flor. Take this to instruct you farther. 

\_Glves him a Letter ', and goes off. 

Fred. Have a care, Sir, what you promise ; this may be 
a Trap laid by her Brother to ruin you. 

Belv. Do not disturb my Happiness with Doubts. 

[Opens the Letter. 

Will. My dear pretty Creature, a Thousand Blessings 
on thee; still in this Habit, you say, and after Dinner at 
this Place. 

Hell. Yes, if you will swear to keep your Heart, and 
not bestow it between this time and that. 

Will. By all the little Gods of Love I swear, I'll leave 
it with you ; and if you run away with it, those Deities of 
Justice will revenge me. 

[Ex. all the Women except Lucetta. 

Fred. Do you know the Hand ? 

Belv. 'Tis Florinda's. 
All Blessings fall upon the virtuous Maid. 

Fred. Nay, no Idolatry, a sober Sacrifice I'll allow you. 

Belv. Oh Friends ! the welcom'st News, the softest 
Letter ! nay, you shall see it ; and could you now be 
serious, I might be made the happiest Man the Sun shines on. 

Will. The Reason of this mighty Joy. 

Belv. See how kindly she invites me to deliver her from 
the threaten'd Violence of her Brother will you not 
assist me ? 

Will. I know not what thou mean'st, but I'll make 
one at any Mischief where a Woman's concern'd but 
she'll be grateful to us for the Favour, will she not ? 

*Belv. How mean you ? 

Will. How should I mean ? Thou know'st there's but 
one way for a Woman to oblige me. 

Belv. Don't prophane the Maid is nicely virtuous. 


Will. Who pox, then she's fit for nothing but a Hus 
band ; let her e'en go, Colonel. 

Fred. Peace, she's the Colonel's Mistress, Sir. 
Will. Let her be the Devil ; if she be thy Mistress, I'll 
serve her name the way. 

Belv. Read here this Postcript. [Gives him a Letter. 

Will. [Reads.] At Ten at night at the Garden-Gate 

of which, if I cannot get the Key, I will contrive a way 

lover the Wall come attended with a Friend or two. Kind 

heart, if we three cannot weave a String to let her down 

la Garden- Wall, 'twere pity but the Hangman wove one 

'for us all. 

Fred. Let her alone for that : your Woman's Wit, your 
jfair kind Woman, will out-trick a Brother or a Jew, and 
contrive like a Jesuit in Chains but see, Ned Blunt is 
|>toln out after the Lure of a Damsel. \_Ex. Bluntfl/WLucet. 
Belv. So he'll scarce find his way home again, unless 
/e get him cry'd by the Bell-man in the Market-place, 
land 'twou'd sound prettily a lost English Boy of Thirty. 
Fred. I hope 'tis some common crafty Sinner, one that 
fit him; it may be she'll sell him for Peru, the 
Rogue's sturdy and would work well in a Mine ; at least 
[ hope she'll dress him for our Mirth ; cheat him of all, 
j:hen have him well-favour'dly bang'd, and turn'd out 
jiaked at Midnight. 

Will. Prithee what Humour is he of, that you wish 
lim so well ? 

Belv. Why, of an English Elder Brother's Humour, 
:ducated in a Nursery, with a Maid to tend him till 
JMfteen, and lies with his Grand-mother till he's of Age; 
me that knows no Pleasure beyond riding to the next 
! r air, or going up to London with his right Worshipful 
r ather in Parliament-time; wearing gay Clothes, or making 
lonourable Love to his Lady Mother's Landry-Maid ; 
J;ets drunk at a Hunting-Match, and ten to one then gives 
sme Proofs of his Prowess A pox upon him, he's our 

26 THE ROVER : OR, [ACT i, sc. n 

Banker, and has all our Cash about him, and if he fail we 
are all broke. 

Fred. Oh let him alone for that matter, he's of a 
damn'd stingy Quality, that will secure our Stock. I know 
not in what Danger it were indeed, if the Jilt should 
pretend she's in love with him, for 'tis a kind believing 
Coxcomb; otherwise if he part with more than a Piece of 
Eight geld him : for which offer he may chance to be 
beaten, if she be a Whore of the first Rank. 

Eelv. Nay the Rogue will not be easily beaten, he's stou 
enough ; perhaps if they talk beyond his Capacity, he ma] 
chance to exercise his Courage upon some of them ; else 
I'm sure they'll find it as difficult to beat as to please him 

Will. 'Tis a lucky Devil to light upon so kind a Wench 

Fred. Thou hadst a great deal of talk with thy little 
Gipsy, coud'st thou do no good upon her? for mine was 

Will. Hang her, she was some damn'd honest Person 
of Quality, I'm sure, she was so very free and witty. I 
her Face be but answerable to her Wit and Humour, I 
would be bound to Constancy this Month to gain her. In 
the mean time, have you made no kind Acquaintance since 
you came to Town ? You do not use to be honest 
long, Gentlemen. 

Fred. Faith Love has kept us honest, we have been al. 
fir'd with a Beauty newly come to Town, the famous 
Paduana Angelica Bianca. 

Will. What, the Mistress of the dead Spanish General 

Eelv. Yes, she's now the only ador'd Beauty of all the 
Youth in Naples, who put on all their Charms to appeal 
lovely in her sight, their Coaches, Liveries, and themselves 
all gay, as on a Monarch's Birth-Day, to attract the Eye: 
of this fair Charmer, while she has the Pleasure to behok 
all languish for her that see her. 

Fred. 'Tis pretty to see with how much Love the Mei 
regard her, and how much Envy the Women. 


mil. What Gallant has she? 

Belv. None, she's exposed to Sale, and four Days in 
the Week she's yours for so much a Month. 

Will. The very Thought of it quenches all manner of 
Fire in me yet prithee let's see her. 

Belv. Let's first to Dinner, and after that we'll pass the 
Day as you please but at Night ye must all be at my 

Will. I will not fail you. [Exeunt. 


SCENE I. The Long Street. 

Enter Belvile and Frederick in Masquing-Habits y and Will- 
more in his own Clothes, with a Wizard in his Hand. 

Will. But why thus disguis'd and muzzl'd ? 

Belv. Because whatever Extravagances we commit in 

| these Faces, our own may not be oblig'd to answer 'em. 

Will. I should have chang'd my Eternal Buff too : but 

i no matter, my little Gipsy wou'd not have found me out 

ithen : for if she should change hers, it is impossible I 

should know her, unless I should hear her prattle A Pox 

jon't, I cannot get her out of my Head : Pray Heaven, if 

ever I do see her again, she prove damnable ugly, that I 

may fortify my self against her Tongue. 

Belv. Have a care of Love, for o' my conscience she 
was not of a Quality to give thee any hopes. 

Will. Pox on 'em, why do they draw a Man in then ? 

She has play'd with my Heart so, that 'twill never lie 

'still till I have met with some kind Wench, that will play 

1 the Game out with me Oh for my Arms full of soft, 

white, kind Woman ! such as I fancy Angelica. 

Belv. This is her House, if you were but in stock to 
get admittance ; they have not din'd yet ; I perceive the 
Picture is not out. 


Enter Blunt. 

Will. I long to see the Shadow of the fair Substance, 
a Man may gaze on that for nothing. 

Blunt. Colonel, thy Hand and thine, Fred. I have 
been an Ass, a deluded Fool, a very Coxcomb from my 
Birth till this Hour, and heartily repent my little Faith. 

Belv. What the Devil's the matter with thee Ned? 

Blunt. Oh such a Mistress, Fred, such a Girl ! 

Will. Ha ! where ? Fred. Ay where ! 

Blunt. So fond, so amorous, so toying and fine ! and all 
for sheer Love, ye Rogue ! Oh how she lookt and kiss'd ! 
and sooth'd my Heart from my Bosom. I cannot think" 
I was awake, and yet methinks I see and feel her Charms 
still Fred. Try if she have not left the Taste of her 
balmy Kisses upon my Lips [Kisses him. 

Belv. Ha, ha, ha ! Will. Death Man, where is she? 

Blunt. What a Dog was I to stay in dull England so 
long How have I laught at the Colonel when he sigh'd 
for Love ! but now the little Archer has reveng'd him, 
and by his own Dart, I can guess at all his Joys, which then 
I took for Fancies, mere Dreams and Fables Well, I'm 
resolved to sell all in Essex^ and plant here for ever. 

Belv. What a Blessing 'tis, thou hast a Mistress thou 
dar'st boast of; for I know thy Humour is rather to have 
a proclaim'd Clap, than a secret Amour. 

Will. Dost know her Name ? 

Blunt. Her Name? No, 'sheartlikins : what care I for 
Names ? 

She's fair, young, brisk and kind, even to ravishment : and 
what a Pox care I for knowing her by another Title ? 

Will. Didst give, her anything ? 

Blunt. Give her ! Ha, ha, ha ! why, she's a Person 
of Quality That's a good one, give her ! 'sheartlikins 
dost think such Creatures are to be bought? Or are we 
provided for such a Purchase ? Give her, quoth ye ? Why 
she presented me with this Bracelet, for the Toy of a 


Diamond I us'd to wear: No, Gentlemen, Ned Blunt is 

hot every Body She expects me again to night. 

i Will. Egad that's well ; we'll all go. 

j Blunt. Not a Soul : No, Gentlemen, you are Wits ; I 

jm a dull Country Rogue, I. 

j Fred. Well, Sir, for all your Person of Quality, I shall 

!Je very glad to understand your Purse be secure; 'tis our 

jbhole Estate at present, which we are loth to hazard in 

ne Bottom : come, Sir, unload. 

I Blunt. Take the necessary Trifle, useless now to me, 
ijiat am belov'd by such a Gentlewoman 'sheartlikins 
lloney ! Here take mine too. 

| Fred. No, keep that to be cozen'd, that we may laugh. 
I Will. Cozen'd ! Death ! wou'd I cou'd meet with one, 
Iliat wou'd cozen me of all the Love I cou'd spare to night. 
I Fred. Pox 'tis some common Whore upon my Life. 
| Blunt. A Whore ! yes with such Clothes ! such Jewels ! 
|| ch a House ! such Furniture, and so attended ! a Whore ! 

I Belv. Why yes, Sir, they are Whores, tho they'll neither 
I itertain you with Drinking, Swearing, or Baudy ; are 
Chores in all those gay Clothes, and right Jewels; are 
Chores with great Houses richly furnisht with Velvet 
Ibds, Store of Plate, handsome Attendance, and fine 
[JJoaches, are Whores and errant ones. 

Will. Pox on't, where do these fine Whores live ? 
I Belv. Where no Rogue in OfHce yclep'd Constables 
j re give 'em laws, nor the Wine-inspired Bullies of the 
I] own break their Windows ; yet they are Whores, tho 
is Essex Calf believe them Persons of Quality. 

I Blunt. 'Sheartlikins, y'are all Fools, there are things 
rout this Essex Calf, that shall take with the Ladies, 
ijlyond all your Wits and Parts This Shape and Size, 

Ipntlemen, are not to be despis'd ; my Waste tolerably 

lig, with other inviting Signs, that shall be nameless. 
" Will. Egad I believe he may have met with some 

1 rson of Quality that may be kind to him. 

30 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT n| 

Belv. Dost thou perceive any such tempting things 

about him, should make a fine Woman, and of Quality,! 

pick him out from all Mankind, to throw away her Youth 

and Beauty upon, nay, and her dear Heart too? no, no,! 

Angelica has rais'd the Price too high. 

Will. May she languish for Mankind till she die, and 

be damn'd for that one Sin alone. 

Enter two Bravoes, and bang up a great Picture of Angelica's. 
against the Balcony, and two little ones at each side of tht\ 

Belv. See there the fair Sign to the Inn, where a Mar. 
may lodge that's Fool enough to give her Price. 

[Will, gazes on the Picture\ 

Blunt. 'Sheartlikins, Gentlemen, what's this? 

Belv. A famous Curtezan that's to be sold. 

Blunt. How ! to be sold ! nay then I have nothing t<| 
say to her sold ! what Impudence is practis'd in thij 
Country? With Order and Decency Whoring's esrabl 
lished here by virtue of the Inquisition Come let's btl 
gone, I'm sure we're no Chapmen for this Commodity. 

Fred. Thou art none, I'm sure, unless thou could's 
have her in thy Bed at the Price of a Coach in the Street 

Will. How wondrous fair she is a Thousand Crown 
a Month by Heaven as many Kingdoms were too little 
A plague of this Poverty of which I ne'er complain 
but when it hinders my Approach to Beauty, whic 
Virtue ne'er could purchase. [Turns from the Picturi 

Blunt. What's this? [Reads'] A Thousand Crowns 
Month ! 

'Sheartlikins, here's a Sum ! sure 'tis a mistake. 
Hark you, Friend, does she take or give so much b|; 
the Month ! 

Fred. A Thousand Crowns ! Why, 'tis a Portion fc 
the Infanta. 

Blunt. Hark ye, Friends, won't she trust ? 


Brav. This is a Trade, Sir, that cannot live by Credit. . 

Enter Don Pedro in Masquerade, followed by Stephano. 

I Belv. See, here's more Company, let's walk off a while. 
[Pedro Reads. [Exeunt English. 

\nter Angelica and Moretta in the Balcony, and draw a 
Silk Curtain. 

Ped. Fetch me a Thousand Crowns, I never wish to 
liy this Beauty at an easier Rate. [Passes off. 

Ang. Prithee what said those Fellows to thee? 

Brav. Madam, the first were Admirers of Beauty only, 
lit no purchasers; they were merry with your Price and 
jcture, laught at the Sum, and so past off. 

Ang. No matter, I'm not displeas'd with their rallying ; 
leir Wonder feeds my Vanity, and he that wishes to buy, 

/es me more Pride, than he that gives my Price can 
ce me Pleasure. 

Brav. Madam, the last I knew thro all his disguises 

be Don Pedro, Nephew to the General, and who was 

th him in Pampelona. 

Ang. Don Pedro! my old Gallant's Nephew! When 
j; Uncle dy'd, he left him a vast Sum of Money; it is 

who was so in love with me at Padua, and who us'd 

make the General so jealous. 

Moret. Is this he that us'd to prance before our Win- 
and take such care to shew himself an amorous Ass? 
am not mistaken, he is the likeliest Man to give your 


\Ang. The Man is brave and generous, but of an Humour 

j uneasy and inconstant, that the victory over his Heart 

(is soon lost as won ; a Slave that can add little to the 

iumph of the Conqueror : but inconstancy's the Sin of 

Mankind, therefore I'm resolv'd that nothing but Gold 

ij.ll charm my Heart. 

\Moret. I'm glad on't ; 'tis only interest that Women of 


our Profession ought to consider : tho I wonder what hasl 
kept you from that general Disease of our Sex so long, ]| 
mean that of being in love. 

Ang. A kind, but sullen Star, under which I had th 
Happiness to be born ; yet I have had no time for Love : 
the bravest and noblest of Mankind have purchas'd m 
Favours at so dear a Rate, as if no Coin but Gold wer 
current with our Trade But here's Don Pedro again 
fetch me my Lute for 'tis for him or Don Antonio the 
Vice-Roy's Son, that I have spread my Nets. 

Enter at one Door Don Pedro, and Stephano ; Don Antonic 
and Diego [his pag e ~\-> at the other Door, with Peopl 
following him in Masquerade^ antickly attired, some wit/ 
Musick : they both go up to the Picture. 

Ant. A thousand Crowns ! had not the Painter flatter'c 
her, I should not think it dear. 

Pedro. Flatter'd her ! by Heaven he cannot. I hav 
seen the Original, nor is there one Charm here more thai 
adorns her Face and Eyes; all this soft and sweet, with ; 
certain languishing Air, that no Artist can represent. 

Ant. What I heard of her Beauty before had nYd nr 
Soul, but this confirmation of it has blown it into a flame 

Pedro. Ha! 

Pag. Sir, I have known you throw away a Thousan< 
Crowns on a worse Face, and tho y' are near your Mar 
riage, you may venture a little Love here ; Florinda 
will not miss it. 

Pedro. Ha! Florinda I Sure 'tis Antonio. [asid< 

Ant. Florinda! name not those distant Joys, there 1 
not one thought of her will check my Passion here. 

Pedro. Florinda scbrn'd ! and all my Hopes defeated c 
the Possession of Angelica! [A noise of a Lute above. An! 
gazes up.] Her Injuries by Heaven he shall not boast o 

[Song to a Lute abou 



When Damon first began to love, 
He languisht in a soft Desire, 
And knew not how the Gods to move, 
To lessen or increase his Fire, 
For Cadia in her charming Eyes 
Wore all Love's Sweety and all his Cruelties. 


But as beneath a Shade he lay, 
Weaving of Flowers for Caelia's Hair, 
She chanced to lead her Flock that way. 
And saw the anfrous Shepherd there. 
She gaz'd around upon the Place, 
And saw the Grove (resembling Night) 
To all the Joys of Love invite , 
Whilst guilty Smiles and Blushes drest her Face. 
At this the bashful Youth all Transport grew, 
And with kind Force he taught the Virgin how 
To yield what all his Sighs cotfd never do. 

Ant. By Heav'n she's charming fair ! 

[Angelica throws open the Curtains, and bows to 
Antonio, who pulls off his Wizard, and bows and 
blows up Kisses. Pedro unseen looks in his Face. 
Pedro. 'Tis he, the false Antonio! 
Ant. Friend, where must I pay my offering of Love ? 

[To the Bravo. 
My Thousand Crowns I mean. 

Pedro. That Offering I have design'd to make, 
And yours will come too late. 

Ant. Prithee be gone, I shall grow angry else, 
And then thou art not safe. 

Pedro. My Anger may be fatal, Sir, as yours ; 
And he that enters here may prove this Truth. 

I D 

34 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT n 

Ant. I know not who thou art, but I am sure thou'rt 
worth my killing, and aiming at Angelica. 

[ They draw and fight. 
Enter Willmore and Blunt, who draw and part 'em. 

Blunt. 'Sheartlikins, here's fine doings. 

Will. Tilting for the Wench I'm sure nay gad, if 
that wou'd win her, I have as good a Sword as the best 
of ye Put up put up, and take another time and place, 
for this is design'd for Lovers only. [They all put up. 

Pedro. We are prevented ; dare you meet me to mor 
row on the Molo ? 
For I've a Title to a better quarrel, 
That of Florinda, in whose credulous Heart 
Thou'st made an Int'rest, and destroy'd my Hopes. 

Ant. Dare? 
I'll meet thee there as early as the Day. 

Pedro. We will come thus disguis'd, that whosoever 
chance to get the better, he may escape unknown. 

Ant. It shall be so. [Ex. Pedro and Stephano. 

Who shou'd this Rival be? unless the English Colonel, 
of whom I've often heard Don Pedro speak ; it must be 
he, and time he were removed, who lays a Claim to all 
my Happiness. 

[Willmore having gaz'd all this while on the 
Picture, pulls down a little one. 

Will. This posture's loose and negligent, 
The sight on't wou'd beget a warm desire 
In Souls, whom Impotence and Age had chill'd. 
This must along with me. 

Brav. What means this rudeness, Sir ? restore the 

Ant. Ha ! Rudeness committed to the fair Angelica! 
Restore the Picture, Sir. 

Will. Indeed I will not, Sir. 

Ant. By Heav'n but you shall. 


Will. Nay, do not shew your Sword ; if you do, by 
this dear Beauty I will shew mine too. 

Ant. What right can you pretend to't ? 

Will. That of Possession which I will maintain you 
perhaps have 1000 Crowns to give for the Original. 

Ant. No matter, Sir, you shall restore the Picture. 

Ang. Oh,Moretta! what's the matter ? 

[Ang. and Moret. above. 

Ant. Or leave your Life behind. 

Will. Death ! you lye I will do neither. 

Ang. Hold, I command you, if for me you fight. 

[ They fight, the Spaniards join with Antonio, Blunt 
laying on like mad. They leave off and bow. 

Will. How heavenly fair she is ! ah Plague of her Price. 

Ang. You Sir in Buff, you that appear a Soldier, that 
first began this Insolence. 

Will. 'Tis true, I did so, if you call it Insolence for a 
Man to preserve himself; I saw your charming Picture, 
and was wounded : quite thro my Soul each pointed 
Beauty ran ; and wanting a Thousand Crowns to procure 
my Remedy, I laid this little Picture to my Bosom 
which if you cannot allow me, I'll resign. 

Ang. No, you may keep the Trifle. 

Ant. You shall first ask my leave, and this. 

[Fight again as before. 

Enter Belv. and Fred, who join with the English. 

Ang. Hold ; will you ruin me ? Biskey, Sebastian, part 
lem. \The Spaniards are beaten off. 

Moret. Oh Madam, we're undone, a pox upon that 
ude Fellow, he's set on to ruin us : we shall never see 
ood days, till all these fighting poor Rogues are sent to 
le Gallies. 

Enter Belvile, Blunt and Willmore, with his shirt bloody. 

Blunt. 'Sheartlikins, beat me at this Sport, and I'll 
e'er wear Sword more. 


Belv. The Devil's in thee for a mad Fellow, thou art 
always one at an unlucky Adventure. Come, let's be 
gone whilst we're safe, and remember these are Spaniards, 
a sort of People that know how to revenge an Affront. 

Fred. You bleed ; I hope you are not wounded. [70 Will. 

Will. Not much : a plague upon your Dons, if they 
fight no better they'll ne'er recover Flanders. What the 
Devil was't to them that I took down the Picture ? 

Blunt. Took it ! 'Sheartlikins, we'll have the great one 
too ; 'tis ours by Conquest. Prithee, help me up, and 
I'll pull it down. 

Ang. Stay, Sir, and e'er you affront me further, let me 
know how you durst commit this Outrage To you I 
speak, Sir, for you appear like a Gentleman. 

Will. To me, Madam ? Gentlemen, your Servant. 

[Belv. stays him. 

Belv. Is the Devil in thee? Do'st know the danger of 
entring the house of an incens'd Curtezan ? 

Will. I thank you for your care but there are other 
matters in hand, there are, tho we have no great Tempta 
tion. Death ! let me go. 

Fred. Yes, to your Lodging, if you will, but not in 
here. Damn these gay Harlots by this Hand I'll have 
as sound and handsome a Whore for a Patacoone. 
Death, Man, she'll murder thee. 

Will. Oh ! fear me not, shall I not venture where a 
Beauty calls? a lovely charming Beauty? for fear of 
danger ! when by Heaven there's none so great as to long 
for her, whilst I want Money to purchase her. 

Fred. Therefore 'tis loss of time, unless you had the 
thousand Crowns to pay. 

Will. It may be she may give a Favour, at least I shall have 
the pleasure of saluting her when I enter, and when I depart. 

Belv. Pox, she'll as soon lie with thee, as kiss thee, and 
sooner stab than do either you shall not go. 


Ang. Fear not, Sir, all I have to wound with, is my 
| Eyes. 

Blunt. Let him go, 'Sheartlikins, I believe the Gentle 
woman means well. 

Belv. Well, take thy Fortune, we'll expect you in the 
next Street. Farewell Fool, farewell 

Will. B'ye Colonel [Goes in. 

Fred. The Rogue's stark mad for a Wench. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. A Fine Chamber. 

Enter Willmore, Angelica, and Moretta. 

Ang. Insolent Sir, how durst you pull down my Picture ? 

Will. Rather, how durst you set it up, to tempt poor 
amorous Mortals with so much Excellence ? which I find 
you have but too well consulted by the unmerciful price 
you set upon't. Is all this Heaven of Beauty shewn to 
move Despair in those that cannot buy? and can you 
think the effects of that Despair shou'd be less extravagant 
than I have shewn ? 

Ang. I sent for you to ask my Pardon, Sir, not to 
aggravate your Crime. I thought I shou'd have seen you 
at my Feet imploring it. 

Will. You are deceived, I came to rail at you, and 
talk such Truths, too, as shall let you see the Vanity of 
that Pride, which taught you how to set such a Price on 

l. For such it is, whilst that which is Love's due is 
eanly barter'd for. 

Ang. Ha, ha, ha, alas, good Captain, what pity 'tis your 
difying Doctrine will do no good upon me Moretta, 
etch the Gentleman a Glass, and let him survey himself, 
to see what Charms he has, and guess my Business. 

\_Aside in a soft tone. 

Moret. He knows himself of old, I believe those 
Breeches and he have been acquainted ever since he was 
Deaten at Worcester. 


Ang. Nay, do not abuse the poor Creature. 

Moret. Good Weather-beaten Corporal, will you march 
off? we have no need of your Doctrine, tho you have of 
our Charity ; but at present we have no Scraps, we can 
afford no kindness for God's sake; in fine, Sirrah, the 
Price is too high i'th' Mouth for you, therefore troop, I say. 

Will. Here, good Fore- Woman of the Shop, serve me, 
and I'll be gone. 

Moret. Keep it to pay your Landress, your Linen stinks 
of the Gun-Room; for here's no selling by Retail. 

Will. Thou hast sold plenty of thy stale Ware at a 
cheap Rate. 

Moret. Ay, the more silly kind Heart I, but this is an 
Age wherein Beauty is at higher Rates. In fine, you 
know the price of this. 

Will. I grant you 'tis here set down a thousand Crowns 
a Month Baud, take your black Lead and sum it up, 
that I may have a Pistole-worth of these vain gay things, 
and I'll trouble you no more. 

Moret. Pox on him, he'll fret me to Death : abom 
inable Fellow, I tell thee, we only sell by the whole Piece. 

Will. 'Tis very hard, the whole Cargo or nothing 
Faith, Madam, my Stock will not reach it, I cannot be 
your Chapman. Yet I have Countrymen in Town, 
Merchants of Love, like me ; I'll see if they'l put for a 
share, we cannot lose much by it, and what we have no use 
for, we'll sell upon the Friday's Mart, at Who gives more ? 
I am studying, Madam, how to purchase you, tho at present 
I am unprovided of Money. 

Ang. Sure, this from any other Man would anger me 
nor shall he know the Conquest he has made Poor angry 
Man, how I despise this railing. 

Will. Yes, I am poor but I'm a Gentleman, 
And one that scorns this Baseness which you practise. 
Poor as I am, I would not sell my self, 
No, not to gain your charming high-priz'd Person. 


Tho I admire you strangely for your Beauty, 
Yet I contemn your Mind. 
And yet I wou'd at any rate enjoy you ; 
At your own rate but cannot See here 
The only Sum I can command on Earth ; 
I know not where to eat when this is gone : 
Yet such a Slave I am to Love and Beauty, 
This last reserve I'll sacrifice to enjoy you. 
Nay, do not frown, I know you are to be bought, 
And wou'd be bought by me, by me, 
For a mean trifling Sum, if I could pay it down. 
Which happy knowledge I will still repeat, 
And lay it to my Heart, it has a Virtue in't, 
And soon will cure those Wounds your Eyes have made. 
And yet there'ssomethingso divinely powerful there 
Nay, I will gaze to let you see my Strength. 

\_Holds her, looks on her, and pauses and sighs. 
By Heaven, bright Creature I would not for the World 
Thy Fame were half so fair as is thy Face. 

[Turns her away from him. 

Ang. His words go thro me to the very Soul. {Aside. 
If you have nothing else to say to me. 

Will. Yes, you shall hear how infamous you are 
For which I do not hate thee : 

But that secures my Heart, and all the Flames it feels 
Are but so many Lusts, 
I know it by their sudden bold intrusion. 
The Fire's impatient and betrays, 'tis false 
For had it been the purer Flame of Love, 
I should have pin'd and languished at your Feet, 
E'er found the Impudence to have discover'd it. 
I now dare stand your Scorn, and your Denial. 

Moret. Sure she's bewitcht, that she can stand thus 
tamely, and hear his saucy railing. Sirrah, will you be gone? 

Ang. How dare you take this liberty? Withdraw. 

[To Moret. 

40 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT n 

Pray, tell me, Sir, are not you guilty of the same 
mercenary Crime ? When a Lady is proposed to you for 
a Wife, you never ask, how fair, discreet, or virtuous she 
is ; but what's her Fortune which if but small, you cry 
She will not do my business and basely leave her, tho 
she languish for you. Say, is not this as poor ? 

Will. It is a barbarous Custom, which I will scorn to 
defend in our Sex, and do despise in yours. 

Aug. Thou art a brave Fellow ! put up thy Gold, and 


That were thy Fortune large, as is thy Soul, 
Thou shouldst not buy my Love, 
Couldst thou forget those mean Effects of Vanity, 
Which set me out to sale ; and as a Lover, prize 
My yielding Joys. 

Canst thou believe they'l be entirely thine, 
Without considering they were mercenary ? 

Will. I cannot tell, I must bethink me first ha, 
Death, I'm going to believe her. [Aside. 

Ang. Prithee, confirm that Faith or if thou canst not 
flatter me a little, 'twill please me from thy Mouth. 

Will. Curse on thy charming Tongue! dost thou return 
My feign'd Contempt with so much subtilty ? {Aside. 
Thou'st found the easiest way into my Heart, 
Tho I yet know that all thou say'st is false. 

[Turning from her in a Rage. 

Ang. By all that's good 'tis real, 
I never lov'd before, tho oft a Mistress. 
Shall my first Vows be slighted ? 

Will. What can she mean ? [Aside, 

Ang. I find you cannot credit me. [/ an angry tone. 

Will. I know you take me for an errant Ass, 
An Ass that may be sooth'd into Belief, 
And then be us'd at pleasure. 
But, Madam I have been so often cheated 
By perjur'd, soft, deluding Hypocrites, 


That I've no Faith left for the cozening Sex, 
Especially for Women of your Trade. 

Ang. The low esteem you have of me, perhaps 
May bring my Heart again: 
For I have Pride that yet surmounts my Love. 

\_She turns with Pride, he holds her. 
Throw off this Pride, this Enemy to Bliss, 
I And shew the Power of Love : 'tis with those Arms 
jl can be only vanquisht, made a Slave. 

Ang. Is all my mighty Expectation vanisht ? 
No, I will not hear thee talk, thou hast a Charm 
In every word, that draws my Heart away. 
'And all the thousand Trophies I design'd, 
[Thou hast undone Why art thou soft? 

"hy Looks are bravely rough, and meant for War. 
! Could thou not storm on still? 
I then perhaps had been as free as thou. 

Will, Death ! how she throws her Fire about my Soul ! 


-Take heed, fair Creature, how you raise my Hopes, 
r hich once assum'd pretend to all Dominion, 
^here's not a Joy thou hast in store 
|[ shall not then command : 
For which I'll pay thee back my Soul, my Life. 
I Come, let's begin th' account this happy minute. 
Ang. And will you pay me then the Price I ask? 
Will. Oh, why dost thou draw me from an awful 

Jy shewing thou art no Divinity? 
Conceal the Fiend, and shew me all the Angel ; 
>.eep me but ignorant, and I'll be devout, 
L.nd pay my Vows for ever at this Shrine. 

[Ktut/Sj and kisses her Hand. 

Ang. The Pay I mean is but thy Love for mine. 
Can you give that? 

Intirely come, let's withdraw: where I'll renew 

42 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT in 

my Vows, and breathe 'em with such Ardour, thou shalt 
not doubt my Zeal. 

Ang. Thou hast a Power too strong to be resisted. 

\_Ex. Will, and Angelica. 

Moret. Now my Curse go with you Is all our Project 
fallen to this? to love the only Enemy to our Trade? 
Nay, to love such a Shameroon, a very Beggar ; nay, a 
Pirate-Beggar, whose Business is to rifle and be gone, a 
No-Purchase, No-Pay Tatterdemalion, an English Picca- 
roon ; a Rogue that fights for daily Drink, and takes a 
Pride in being loyally lousy Oh, I could curse now, if 
I durst This is the Fate of most Whores. 

Trophies^ which from believing Fops we 
Are Spoils to those who cozen us again. 

SCENE I. A Street. 

Enter Florinda, Valeria, Hellena, in Antick different Dresses 
from what they were in before^ Callis attending. 

Flor. I wonder what should make my Brother in so ill 
a Humour: I hope he has not found out our Ramble this 

Hell. No, if he had, we should have heard on't at both 
Ears, and have been mew'd up this Afternoon ; which I 
would not for the World should have happen'd Hey ho ! 
I'm sad as a Lover's Lute. 

Val. Well, methinks we have learnt this Trade ol 
Gipsies as readily as if we had been bred upon the Road 
to Loretto : and yet I did so fumble, when I told the 
Stranger his Fortune, that I was afraid I should have tolc 
my own and yours by mistake But methinks Hellene 
has been very serious ever since. 

Flor. I would give my Garters she were in love, to bf 
reveng'd upon her, for abusing me How is't, Hellena I 

Hell. Ah ! would I had never seen my mad Monsieu: 


and yet tor all your laughing I am not in love and yet 
this small Acquaintance, o'my Conscience, will never out 
of my Head. 

Val. Ha, ha, ha I laugh to think how thou art fitted 

I 1 with a Lover, a Fellow that, I warrant, loves every new 
[Face he sees. 

Hell. Hum he has not kept his Word with me here 
and may be taken up that thought is not very pleasant 
to me what the Duce should this be now that I feel ? 
Val. What is't like ? 
Hell. Nay, the Lord knows but if I should be hanged, 

III cannot chuse but be angry and afraid, when I think that 

I mad Fellow should be in love with any Body but me 
I' What to think of my self I know not Would I could 

II meet with some true damn'd Gipsy, that I might know 
[Imy Fortune. 

Val. Know it ! why there's nothing so easy ; thou wilt 
ove this wandring Inconstant till thou find'st thy self hanged 
bout his Neck, and then be as mad to get free again. 

Flor. Yes, Valeria , we shall see her bestride his Bag 
gage-horse, and follow him to the Campaign. 

Hell. So, so ; now you are provided for, there's no care 
aken of poor me But since you have set my Heart a 
vishing, I am resolv'd to know for what. I will not die 
)f the Pip, so I will not. 

Flor. Art thou mad to talk so ? Who will like thee well 
enough to have thee, that hears what a mad Wench thou art ? 

Hell. Like me ! I don't intend every he that likes me 
Ri .hall have me, but he that I like : I shou'd have staid in 
he Nunnery still, if I had lik'd my Lady Abbess as well as 
.:,.: he lik'd me. No, I came thence, not (as my wise Brother 
: '..:.. magines) to take an eternal Farewel of the World, but 
o love and to be belov'd ; and I will be belov'd, or I'll get 
>ne of your Men, so I will. 

Val. Am I put into the Number of Lovers ? 

Hell. You ! my Couz, I know thou art too good natur'd 

44 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT in 

to leave us in any Design : Thou wou't venture a Cast, 
tho thou comest offa Loser, especially with such a Gamester 
I observ'd your Man, and your willing Ears incline that 
way ; and if you are not a Lover, 'tis an Art soon learnt 
that I find. [Sighs. 

Flor. I wonder how you learnt to love so easily, I had 
a thousand Charms to meet my Eyes and Ears, e'er I cou'd 
yield ; and 'twas the knowledge of Belvile's Merit, not 
the surprising Person, took my Soul Thou art too rash 
to give a Heart at first sight. 

Hell. Hang your considering Lover ; I ne'er thought 
beyond the Fancy, that 'twas a very pretty, idle, silly kind 
of Pleasure to pass ones time with, to write little, soft, 
nonsensical Billets, and with great difficulty and danger 
receive Answers ; in which I shall have my Beauty prais'd, 
my Wit admir'd (tho little or none) and have the Vanity 
and Power to know I am desirable ; then I have the more 
Inclination that way, because I am to be a Nun, and so shall 
not be suspected to have any such earthly Thoughts about 
me But when I walk thus and sigh thus they'll think 
my Mind's upon my Monastery, and cry, how happy 'tis 
she's so resolv'd ! But not a Word of Man. 

Flor. What a mad Creature's this ! 

Hell. I'll warrant, if my Brother hears either of you 
sigh, he cries (gravely) I fear you have the Indiscretion 
to be in love, but take heed of the Honour of our House, 
and your own unspotted Fame ; and so he conjures on till 
he has laid the soft-wing'd God in your Hearts, or broke 
the Birds-nest But see here comes your Lover : but 
where's my inconstant ? let's step aside, and we may learn 
something. [Go aside. 

Enter Belvile, Fred, and Blunt. 

Belv. What means this ? the Picture's taken in. 

Blunt. It may be the Wench is good-natur'd, and will 

be kind gratis. Your Friend's a proper handsom Fellow. 


Belv. I rather think she has cut his Throat and is fled : 
I am mad he should throw himself into Dangers Pox on't, 
I shall want him to night let's knock and ask for him. 

Hell. My heart goes a-pit a-pat, for fear 'tis my Man 
they talk of. [Knock, Moretta above. 

Moret. What would you have ? 

Belv. Tell the Stranger that enter'd here about two 
Hours ago, that his Friends stay here for him. 

Moret. A Curse upon him for Moretta^ would he were 
at the Devil but he's coming to you. [Enter Wilmore. 

Hell. I, I, 'tis he. Oh how this vexes me. 

Belv. And how, and how, dear Lad, has Fortune smil'd ? 
Are we to break her Windows, or raise up Altars to her ! hah ! 

Will. Does not my Fortune sit triumphant on my Brow? 
dost not see the little wanton God there all gay and smiling ? 
ave I not an Air about my Face and Eyes, that dis- 
inguish me from the Croud of common Lovers ? By 

eav'n, Cupid's Quiver has not half so many Darts as her 
Eyes Oh such a Bona Roba, to sleep in her Arms is lying 
n Fresco, all perfum'd Air about me. 

Hell. Here's fine encouragement for me to fool on. [Aside. 

Will. Hark ye, where didst thou purchase that rich 
Canary we drank to-day ? Tell me, that I may adore the 
Spigot, and sacrifice to the Butt : the Juice was divine, into 

hich I must dip my Rosary, and then bless all things 

t I would have bold or fortunate. 

Belv. Well, Sir, let's go take a Bottle, and hear the Story 
)f your Success. 

Fred. Would not French Wine do better ? 

Will. Damn the hungry Balderdash ; cheerful Sack has 

generous Virtue in't, inspiring a successful Confidence, 
ives Eloquence to the Tongue, and Vigour to the Soul ; 

d has in a few Hours compleated all my Hopes and 

ishes. There's nothing left to raise a new Desire in me 
ome let's be gay and wanton and, Gentlemen, study, 
tudy what you want, for here are Friends, that will 

46 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT in 

supply, Gentlemen, hark ! what a charming sound they 
make 'tis he and she Gold whilst here, shall beget new 
Pleasures every moment. 

Blunt. But hark ye, Sir, you are not married, are you ? 

Will. All the Honey of Matrimony, but none of the 
Sting, Friend. 

Blunt. 'Sheartlikins, thou'rt a fortunate Rogue. 

Will. I am so, Sir, let these inform you. Ha, how 
sweetly they chime ! Pox of Poverty, it makes a Man a 
Slave, makes Wit and Honour sneak, my Soul grew lean 
and rusty for want of Credit. 

Blunt. 'Sheartlikins, this I like well, it looks like my 
lucky Bargain ! Oh how I long for the Approach of my 
Squire, that is to conduct me to her House again. Why ! 
here's two provided for. 

Fred. By this light y're happy Men. 

Blunt. Fortune is pleased to smile on us, Gentlemen, 
to smile on us. 

Enter Sancho, and pulls Blunt by the Sleeve. They go aside, 

Sancho. Sir, my Lady expects you she has remov'd all 
that might oppose your Will and Pleasure and is im 
patient till you come. 

Blunt. Sir, I'll attend you Oh the happiest Rogue ! 
I'll take no leave, lest they either dog me, or stay me. 

\_Ex. with Sancho 

Belv. But then the little Gipsy is forgot ? 

Will. A Mischief on thee for putting her into mj ; 
thoughts; I had quite forgot her else, and this Night'; 
Debauch had drunk her quite down. 

Hell. Had it so, good Captain ? [Claps him on the Back 

Will. Ha ! I hope she did not hear. 

Hell. What, afraid of such a Champion ! 

Will. Oh ! you're a fine Lady of your word, are yoij 
not ? to make a Man languish a whole day 

Hell. In tedious search of me. 


Will. Egad, Child, thou'rt in the right, hadst thou seen 
krhat a melancholy Dog I have been ever since I was a 
Lover, how I have walkt the Streets like a Capuchin, with 
ay Hands in my Sleeves Faith, Sweetheart, thou wouldst 
1'ity me. 

Hell. Now, if I should be hang'd, I can't be angry with 
I im, he dissembles so heartily Alas, good Captain, what 
ains you have taken Now were I ungrateful not to 
J3ward so true a Servant. 

Will. Poor Soul ! that's kindly said, I see thou bearest 

I Conscience come then for a beginning shew me thy 
ear Face. 

Hell. I'm afraid, my small Acquaintance, you have 
lean staying that swinging stomach you boasted of this 
Biorning ; I remember then my little Collation would have 
Bone down with you, without the Sauce of a handsom 

II ace Is your Stomach so quesy now ? 

I Will. Faith long fasting, Child, spoils a Man's Appetite 
-yet if you durst treat, I could so lay about me still. 
Hell. And would you fall to, before a Priest says Grace ? 
Will. Oh fie, fie, what an old out-of-fashion'd thing 
[list thou nam'd ? Thou could'st not dash me more out 
] : Countenance, shouldst thou shew me an ugly Face. 

Whiht be is seemingly courting Hellena, enter Angelica, 
Moretta, Biskey, and Sebastian, all in Masquerade : 
Ang. sees Will, and starts. 

Ang. Heavens, is't he ? and passionately fond to see 
lother Woman ? 

Moret. What cou'd you expect less from such a 
vaggerer ? 

Ang. Expect ! as much as I paid him, a Heart intire, 
Hiich I had pride enough to think when e'er I gave 
i would have rais'd the Man above the Vulgar, 
Lade him all Soul, and that all soft and constant. 

Hell. You see, Captain, how willing I am to be Friends 

48 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT n 

with you, till Time and Ill-luck make us Lovers; an 
ask you the Question first, rather than put your Modest 
to the blush, by asking me : for alas, I know you Captain 
are such strict Men, severe Observers of your Vows t 
Chastity, that 'twill be hard to prevail with your tende 
Conscience to marry a young willing Maid. 

Will. Do not abuse me, for fear I should take thee a 
thy word, and marry thee indeed, which I'm sure will b 
Revenge sufficient. 

Hell. O' my Conscience, that will be our Destiny, be 
cause we are both of one humour ; I am as inconstant a 
you, for I have considered, Captain, that a handsom Woma 
has a great deal to do whilst her Face is good, for then i 
our Harvest-time to gather Friends ; and should I in thes 
days of my Youth, catch a fit of foolish Constancy, I wer 
undone ; 'tis loitering by day-light in our great Journey 
therefore declare, I'll allow but one year for Love, one yea 
for Indifference, and one year for Hate and then g 
hang your self for I profess myself the gay, the kind, an 
the inconstant the Devil's in't if this won't please you. 

Will. Oh most damnably ! I have a Heart with a hoi 
quite thro it too, no Prison like mine to keep a Mistress in 

Ang. Perjur'd Man ! how I believe thee now ! [ds 

Hell. Well, I see our Business as well as Humours ar 
alike, yours to cozen as many Maids as will trust you 
and I as many Men as have Faith See if I have not a 
desperate a lying look, as you can have for the heart c 
you. [Putts off her Vizard i he start. 

How do you like it, Captain ? 

Will. Like it ! by Heav'n, I never saw so much Beaut) 
Oh the Charms of those sprightly black Eyes, that strangel 
fair Face, full of Smiles and Dimples ! those soft roun 
melting cherry Lips ! and small even white Teeth ! not t 
be exprest, but silently adored ! Oh one Look more, an 
strike me dumb, or I shall repeat nothing else till I am mac 

[He seems to court her to pull off her Vizard: she refuse 


Ang. I can endure no more nor is it fit to interrupt 
him ; for if I do, my Jealousy has so destroy'd my Reason, 
I shall undo him Therefore I'll retire. And you Sebas 
tian [To one of her Bravoei\ follow that Woman, and learn 
who 'tis ; while you tell the Fugitive, I would speak to him 
instantly. [ To the other Bravo. [Exit. 

[This while Flor. is tatting to Bel vile, who stands 
sullenly. Fred, courting Valeria. 

Val. Prithee, dear Stranger, be not so sullen ; for tho you 
have lost your Love, you see my Friend frankly offers you 
hers, to play with in the mean time. 

Belv. Faith, Madam, I am sorry I can't play at her Game. 

Fred. Pray leave your Intercession, and mind your own 
Affair, they'll better agree apart ; he's a model Sigher in 
Company, but alone no Woman escapes him. 

Flor. Sure he does but rally yet if it should be true 
I'll tempt him farther Believe me, noble Stranger, I'm no 
common Mistress and for a little proof on't wear this 
Jewel nay, take it, Sir, 'tis right, and Bills of Exchange 
may sometimes miscarry. 

Belv. Madam, why am I chose out of all Mankind to 
be the Object of your Bounty ? 

Val. There's another civil Question askt. 

Fred. Pox of 's Modesty, it spoils his own Markets, and 
hinders mine. 

Flor. Sir, from my Window I have often seen you ; and 
Women of Quality have so few opportunities for Love, 
that we ought to lose none. 

Fred. Ay, this is something ! here's a Woman ! When 
shall I be blest with so much kindness from your fair 
Mouth ? Take the Jewel, Fool. [Aside to Belv. 

Belv. You tempt me strangely, Madam, every way. 

Flor. So, if I find him false, my whole Repose is gone. 


Belv. And but for a Vow I've made to a very fine Lady, 
this Goodness had subdu'd me. 

50 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT in 

Fred. Pox on't be kind, in pity to me be kind, for I am 
to thrive here but as you treat her Friend. 

Hell. Tell me what did you in yonder House, and I'll 

Will. Yonder House oh I went to a to why, 
there's a Friend of mine lives there. 

Hell. What a she, or a he Friend ? 

Will. A Man upon my Honour ! a Man A She 
Friend ! no, no, Madam, you have done my Business, I 
thank you. 

Hell. And was't your Man Friend, that had more 
Darts in's Eyes than Cupid carries in a whole Budget of 
Arrows ? 

Will. So 

Hell. Ah such a Bona Roba '. to be in her Arms is lying 
in Fresco, all perfumed Air about me Was this your Man 
Friend too ? 

Will. So 

Hell. That gave you the He, and the She Gold, that 
begets young Pleasures. 

Will. Well, well, Madam, then you see there are Ladies 
in the World, that will not be cruel there are, Madam, 
there are 

Hell. And there be Men too as fine, wild, inconstant 
Fellows as your self, there be, Captain, there be, if you go 
to that now therefore I'm resolv'd 

Will. Oh! 

Hell. To see your Face no more 

Will. Oh! 

Hell. Till to morrow. 

Will. Egad you frighted me. 

Hell. Nor then neither, unless you'l swear never to see 
that Lady more. 

Will. See her ! why ! never to think of Womankind 
again ? 

Hell. Kneel, and swear. \_Kneels, she gives him her hand. 


Hell. I do, never to think to see to love nor He 
with any but thy self. 

Hell. Kiss the Book. 

Will. Oh, most religiously. [Kisses her Hand. 

Hell. Now what a wicked Creature am I, to damn a 
proper Fellow. 

Call. Madam, I'll stay no longer, 'tis e'en dark. [To Flor. 

Flor. However, Sir, I'll leave this with you that when 

I'm gone, you may repent the opportunity you have lost 

by your modesty. [Gives him the Jewel, which is her 

Picture, and Ex. he gazes after her. 

Will. 'Twill be an Age till to morrow, and till then 
I will most impatiently expect you Adieu, my dear pretty 
Angel. [Ex. all the Women. 

Belv. Ha ! Florinda's Picture ! 'twas she her self what 
a dull Dog was I ? I would have given the World for one 
minute's discourse with her. 

Fred. This comes of your Modesty, ah pox on your 
[Vow, 'twas ten to one but we had lost the Jewel by't. 

Belv. Willmore! the blessed'st Opportunity lost! 
\Florinda, Friends, Florinda! 

Will. Ah Rogue ! such black Eyes, such a Face, such 
n Mouth, such Teeth, and so much Wit! 

Belv. All, all, and a thousand Charms besides. 

Will. Why, dost thou know her ? 

Belv. Know her ! ay, ay, and a Pox take me with all 
my Heart for being modest. 

Will. But hark ye, Friend of mine, are you my Rival ? 
md have I been only beating the Bush all this while ? 

Belv. I understand thee not I'm mad see here 

[Shews the Picture. 

Will. Ha ! whose Picture is this ? 'tis a fine Wench. 

Fred. The Colonel's Mistress, Sir. 

Will. Oh, oh, here I thought it had been another 
(Prize come, come, a Bottle will set thee right again. 

[Gives the Picture back. 

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Beh. I am content to try, and by that time 'twill be 
late enough for our Design. 
Will. Agreed. 

Love does all day the Soul's great Empire keep, 

But Wine at night lulls the soft God asleep. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. Lucetta's House. 
Enter Blunt and Lucetta with a Light. 

Luc. Now we are safe and free, no fears of the coming 
home of my old jealous Husband, which made me a little 
thoughtful when you came in first but now Love is all 
the business of my Soul. 

Blunt. I am transported Pox on't, that I had but some 
fine things to say to her, such as Lovers use I was a Fool 
not to learn of Fred, a little by Heart before I came 
something I must say. [Aside. 

'Sheartlikins, sweet Soul, I am not us'd to complement, 
but I'm an honest Gentleman, and thy humble Servant. 

Luc. I have nothing to pay for so great a Favour, but 
such a Love as cannot but be great, since at first sight of 
that sweet Face and Shape it made me your absolute Captive. 

Blunt. Kind heart, how prettily she talks ! Egad I'll show 
her Husband a Spanish Trick; send him out of the World, 
and marry her : she's damnably in love with me, and will 
ne'er mind Settlements, and so there's that sav'd. [Aside. 

Luc. Well, Sir, I'll go and undress me, and be with you 

Blunt. Make haste then, for 'dsheartlikins, dear Soul, 
thou canst not guess at the pain of a longing Lover, when 
his Joys are drawn within the compass of a few minutes. 

Luc. You speak my Sense, and I'll make haste to pro 
vide it. [Exit. 

Blunt. 'Tis a rare Girl, and this one night's enjoyment 
with her will be worth all the days I ever past in Essex. 
Would she'd go with me into England, tho to say truth, 
there's plenty of Whores there already. But a pox on 'em 


hey are such mercenary prodigal Whores, that they want 
|uch a one as this, that's free and generous, to give 'em 
i^ood Examples : Why, what a House she has ! how rich 
l.nd fine ! 

Enter Sancho. 

Sancho. Sir, my Lady has sent me to conduct you to her 

Blunt. Sir, I shall be proud to follow Here's one of 
|ier Servants too: 'dsheartlikins, by his Garb and Gravity 
ne might be a Justice of Peace in Essex, and is but a Pimp 
iere. [Exeunt. 

The Scene changes to a Chamber with an Alcove-Bed in it, 
a Table, &c. Lucetta in Bed. Enter Sancho and Blunt, 
who takes the Candle of Sancho at the Door. 
Sanch. Sir, my Commission reaches no farther. 
Blunt. Sir, I'll excuse your Complement : what, in 
iled, my sweet Mistress? 

Luc. You see, I still out-do you in kindness. 
Blunt. And thou shalt see what haste I'll make to quit 
hores oh the luckiest Rogue ! [ Undresses himself. 

Luc. Shou'd you be false or cruel now ! 
Blunt. False, 'Sheartlikins, what dost thou take me for 
I Jew ? an insensible Heathen, A Pox of thy old jealous 
lusband : and he were dead, egad, sweet Soul, it shou'd 
[e none of my fault, if I did not marry thee. 
Luc. It never shou'd be mine. 
Blunt. Good Soul, I'm the fortunatest Dog ! 
I Luc. Are you not undrest yet ? 
i Blunt. As much as my Impatience will permit. 

[Goes towards the Bed in his Shirt and Drawers. 

Luc. Hold, Sir, put out the Light, it may betray us else. 

Blunt. Any thing, I need no other Light but that of 

line Eyes ! 'sheartlikins, there I think I had it. [Aside. 

[Puts out the Candle, the Bed descends, he 

gropes about to find it. 
-Why why where am I got ? what, not yet r where 

54 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT in 

are you sweetest ? ah, the Rogue's silent now a pretty 
Love-trick this how she'll laugh at me anon ! you need 
not, my dear Rogue ! you need not ! I'm all on a fire already 
come, come, now call me in for pity Sure I'm en 
chanted ! I have been round the Chamber, and can find 
neither Woman, nor Bed I lockt the Door, I'm sure she 
cannot go that way ; or if she cou'd, the Bed cou'd not- 
Enough, enough, my pretty Wanton, do not carry the Jest 
too far Ha,betray'd ! Dogs ! Rogues ! Pimps ! help ! help ! 
[Lights on a Trap, and is let down. 

Enter Lucetta, Philippo, and Sancho with a Light. 

Phil. Ha, ha, ha, he's dispatcht finely. 

Luc. Now, Sir, had I been coy, we had mist of this Booty. 

Phil. Nay when I saw 'twas a substantial Fool, I was 
mollified ; but when you doat upon a Serenading Coxcomb, 
upon a Face, fine Clothes, and a Lute, it makes me rage. 

Luc. You know I never was guilty of that Folly, my 
dear Philippo^ but with your self But come let's see what 
we have got by this. 

Phil. A rich Coat ! Sword and Hat ! these Breeches 
too are well lin'd ! see here a Gold Watch ! a Purse 
ha ! Gold ! at least two hundred Pistoles ! a bunch of 
Diamond Rings ; and one with the Family Arms ! a Gold 
Box ! with a Medal of his King ! and his Lady Mother's 
Picture ! these were sacred Reliques, believe me ! see, 
the Wasteband of his Breeches have a Mine of Gold ! 
Old Queen Bess's. We have a Quarrel to her ever since 
Eighty Eighty and may therefore justify the Theft, the 
Inquisition might have committed it. 

Luc. See, a Bracelet of bow'd Gold, these his Sister ty'd 
about his Arm at parting but well for all this, I fear his 
being a Stranger may make a noise, and hinder our Trade 
with them hereafter. 

Phi!. That's our security ; he is not only a Stranger to 
us, but to the Country too the Common-Shore into which 


he is descended, thou know'st, conducts him into another 
Street, which this Light will hinder him from ever rinding 
again he knows neither your Name, nor the Street where 
your House is, nay, nor the way to his own Lodgings. 

Luc. And art not thou an unmerciful Rogue, not to 
afford him one Night for all this ? I should not have been 
such a Jew . 

Phil. Blame me not, Lucetta, to keep as much of thee 
as I can to my self come, that thought makes me wanton, 
let's to Bed, Sancho, lock up these. 

This is the Fleece which Fools do bear, 

Designed for witty Men to sheer. [Exeunt. 

The Scene changes, and discovers Blunt, creeping out of a 
Common Shore, his Face, &c., all dirty. 

Blunt. Oh Lord ! [Climbing up. 

I am got out at last, and (which is a Miracle) without a 
Clue and now to Damning and Cursing, but if that 
would ease me, where shall I begin ? with my Fortune, 
my self, or the Quean that cozen'd me What a dog was I 
to believe in Women ! Oh Coxcomb ignorant conceited 
Coxcomb ! to fancy she cou'd be enamour'd with my Person, 
at the first sight enamour'd Oh, I'm a cursed Puppy, 'tis 
lain, Fool was writ upon my Forehead, she perceiv'd it, 
saw the Essex Calf there for what Allurements could 
here be in this Countenance ? which I can indure, because 
I'm acquainted with it Oh, dull silly Dog ! to be thus 
oth'd into a Cozening ! Had I been drunk, I might fondly 
,ve credited the young Quean ! but as I was in my right 
its, to be thus cheated, confirms I am a dull believing 
'nglish Country Fop. But my Comrades ! Death and the 
evil, there's the worst of all then a Ballad will be sung 
o Morrow on the Prado, to a lousy Tune of the enchanted 
quire, and the annihilated Damsel But Fred, that Rogue, 
d the Colonel, will abuse me beyond all Christian patience 
had she left me my Clothes, I have a Bill of Exchange 

56 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT in 

at home wou'd have sav'd my Credit but now all hope 
is taken from me Well, I'll home (if I can find the way) 
with this Consolation, that I am not the first kind believing 
Coxcomb ; but there are, Gallants, many such good Natures 
amongst ye. 

And tho youve better Arts to hide your Follies, 
Adsheartlikins fare all as errant Cullies. 

SCENE III. The Garden, in the Night. 
Enter Florinda undress' 'd, with a Key, and a little Box. 

Flor. Well, thus far I'm in my way to Happiness ; I 
have got my self free from Callis ; my Brother too, I find 
by yonder light, is gone into his Cabinet, and thinks not 
of me : I have by good Fortune got the Key of the Garden 
Back-door, I'll open it, to prevent Belvile's knocking, 
a little noise will now alarm my Brother. Now am I as 
fearful as a young Thief. [Unlocks the Door.~\ Hark, 
what noise is that ? Oh, 'twas the Wind that plaid amongst 
the Boughs. Belvile stays long, methinks it's time stay 
for fear of a surprize, I'll hide these Jewels in yonder 
Jessamin. [She goes to lay down the Box. 

Enter Willmore drunk. 

Will. What the Devil is become of these Fellows, 
Belvile and Frederick ? They promis'd to stay at the next 
corner for me, but who the Devil knows the corner of a full 
Moon ? Now whereabouts am I ? hah what have we 
here? a Garden ! a very convenient place to sleep in 
hah what has God sent us here? a Female by this 
light, a Woman ; I'm a Dog if it be not a very Wench. 

Flor. He's come ! hah who's there ? 

Will. Sweet Soul, let me salute thy Shoe-string. 

Flor. 'Tis not my Belvile good Heavens, I know him 
not. Who are you, and from whence come you ? 

Will. Prithee prithee, Child not so many hard Ques 
tions let it suffice I am here, Child Come, come kiss me. 


Flor. Good Gods ! what luck is mine ? 

Will. Only good luck, Child, parlous good luck. Come 
hither, 'tis a delicate shining Wench, by this Hand 
she's perfum'd, and smells like any Nosegay. Prithee, 
dear Soul, let's not play the Fool, and lose time, precious 
time for as Gad shall save me, I'm as honest a Fellow as 
breathes, tho I am a little disguis'd at present. Come, I 
say, why, thou may'st be free with me, I'll be very secret. 
I'll not boast who 'twas oblig'd me, not I for hang me if 
I know thy Name. 

Flor. Heavens ! what a filthy beast is this ! 

Will. I am so, and thou oughtst the sooner to lie with 

'.lie for that reason, for look you, Child, there will be no 

|5in in't, because 'twas neither design 'd nor premeditated ; 

tis pure Accident on both sides that's a certain thing 

I low Indeed should I make love to you, and you vow 
fidelity and swear and lye till you believ'd and yielded 
Thou art therefore (as thou art a good Christian) oblig'd 

In Conscience to deny me nothing. Now come, be 
Icind, without any more idle prating. 

Flor. Oh, I am ruin'd wicked Man, unhand me. 

Will. Wicked! Egad, Child, a Judge, were he young and 
| igorous, and saw those Eyes of th ine, would know 'twas they 
|;ave the first blow the first provocation. Come, prithee 
let's lose no time, I say this is a fine convenient place. 

Flor. Sir, let me go, I conjure you, or I'll call out. 

Will. Ay, ay, you were best to call Witness to see how 

I 1 nely you treat me do. 

Flor. I'll cry Murder, Rape, or any thing, if you do 
ot instantly let me go. 

| Will. A Rape ! Come, come, you lye, you Baggage, you 

re : What, I'll warrant you would fain have the World 

j| elieve now that you are not so forward as I. No, not 

I ou, why at this time of Night was your Cobweb-door set 

I pen, dear Spider but to catch Flies? Hah come or I 

||iall be damnably angry. Why what a Coil is here. 

58 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT in 

Flor. Sir, can you think 

Will. That you'd do it for nothing ? oh, oh, I find what 
you'd be at look here, here's a Pistole for you here's a 
work indeed here take it, I say. 

Flor. For Heaven's sake, Sir, as you're a Gentleman 

Will. So now she would be wheedling me for more 

what, you will not take it then you're resolv'd you 
will not. Come, come, take it, or I'll put it up again ; 
for, look ye, I never give more. Why, how now, Mistress, 
are you so high i'th' Mouth, a Pistole won't down with 
you? hah why, what a work's here in good time 
come, no struggling, be gone But an y'are good at a 
dumb Wrestle, I'm for ye, look ye, I'm for ye. 

[She struggles with him. 

Enter Belvile and Frederick. 

Bel. The Door is open, a Pox of th is mad Fellow, I'm angry 
that we've lost him, I durst have sworn he had follow'd us. 
Fred. But you were so hasty, Colonel, to be gone. 
Flor. Help, help, Murder ! help oh, I'm ruin'd. 
Belv. Ha, sure that's Florindas Voice. 

\_Comes up to them. 

A Man ! Villain, let go that Lady. [A noise. 

[Will, turns and draws, Fred, interposes. 
Flor. Belvile! Heavens ! my Brother too is coming, and 
'twill be impossible to escape. Belvile, I conjure you to 
walk under my Chamber-window, from whence I'll give 
you some instructions what to do This rude Man has 
undone us. [Exit. 


Enter Pedro, Stephano, and other Servants with Lights. 

Fed. I'm betray 'd ; run, Stephano, and see if Florinda be 

safe. [Exit Steph. 

So whoe'er they be, all is not well, I'll to Florinda's 

Chamber. [They fight, and Pedro's Party beats 'em out ; 

going out, meets Stephano. 


Steph. You need not, Sir, tiie poor Lady's fast asleep, 
and thinks no harm : I wou'd not wake her, Sir, for fear 
of frightning her with your danger. 

Fed. I'm glad she's there Rascals, how came the 
Garden-Door open ? 

Steph. That Question comes too late, Sir : some of my 
Fellow-Servants Masquerading I'll warrant. 

Ped. Masquerading ! a lend Custom to debauch our 
Youth there's something more in this than I imagine. 


SCENE IV. Changes to the Street. 

Enter Belvile in Rage, Fred, holding him^ and Willmore 

Will. Why, how the Devil shou'd I know Florinda ? 

Belv. Ah plague of your ignorance ! if it had not been 
Florinda^ must you be a Beast ? a Brute, a senseless 
Swine ? 

Will. Well, Sir, you see I 'am endu'd with Patience 
I can bear tho egad y're very free with me methinks, 
I was in good hopes the Quarrel wou'd have been on my 
side, for so uncivilly interrupting me. 

Belv. Peace, Brute, whilst thou'rt safe oh, I'm dis 

Will. Nay, nay, I'm an unlucky Dog, that's certain. 

Belv. Ah curse upon the Star that rul'd my Birth ! or 
whatsoever other Influence that makes me still so wretched. 

Will. Thou break'st my Heart with these Complaints ; 
there is no Star in fault, no Influence but Sack, the cursed 
Sack I drank. 

Fred. Why, how the Devil came you so drunk ? 

Will. Why, how the Devil came you so sober ? 

Belv. A curse upon his thin Skull, he was always be- 
r ore-hand that way. 

Fred. Prithee, dear Colonel, forgive him, he's sorry for 
lis fault. 

60 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT in 

Belv. He's always so after he has done a mischief a 
plague on all such Brutes. 

Will. By this Light I took her for an errant Harlot. 

Belv. Damn your debaucht Opinion: tell me, Sot, hadst 
thou so much sense and light about thee to distinguish her 
to be a Woman, and could'st not see something about her 
Face and Person, to strike an awful Reverence into thy 
Soul ? 

Will. Faith no, I consider'd her as mere a Woman as 
I could wish. 

Belv. 'Sdeath I have no patience draw, or I'll kill you. 

Will. Let that alone till to morrow, and if I set not all 
right again, use your Pleasure. 

Belv. To morrow, damn it. 
The spiteful Light will lead me to no happiness. 
To morrow is Antonio's, and perhaps 
Guides him to my undoing; oh that I could meet 
This Rival, this powerful Fortunate. 

Will. What then ? 

Belv. Let thy own Reason, or my Rage instruct thee. 

Will. I shall be finely inform'd then, no doubt ; hear 
me, Colonel hear me shew me the Man and I'll do his 

Belv. I know him no more than thou, or if I did, I 
should not need thy aid. 

Will. This you say is Angelica's House, I promis'd the 
kind Baggage to lie with her to Night. \Offers to go in. 

Enter Antonio and his Page. Ant. knocks on the Hilt of his 

Ant. You paid the thousand Crowns I directed ? 
Page. To the Lady's old Woman, Sir, I did. 
Will. Who the Devil have we here? 
Belv. I'll now plant my self under Florinda's Window, 
and if I find no comfort there, I'll die. 

\_Ex. Belv. and Fred. 


Enter Moretta. 

Moret. Page ! 
Page. Here's my Lord. 

Will. How is this, a Piccaroon going to board my 
I irrigate ! here's one Chase-Gun for you. 

[Drawing his Sword, justles Ant. who turns and 

draws. They fight, Ant. falls. 
Moret. Oh, bless us, we are all undone ! 

[Runs in, and shuts the Door. 
Page. Help, Murder ! 

[Bel vile returns at the noise of fighting. 
Belv. Ha, the mad Rogue's engag'd in some unlucky 
Adventure again. 

Enter two or three Masqueraders. 

Masq. Ha, a Man kill'd ! 

Will. How ! a Man kill'd ! then I'll go home to sleep. 
\_Puts up, and reels out. Ex. Masquers another way. 

Belv. Who shou'd it be ! pray Heaven the Rogue is 
fe, for all my Quarrel to him. [As Belvile is groping 
about, enter an Officer and six Soldiers. 

Sold. Who's there ? 

Offic. So, here's one dispatcht secure the Murderer. 

Belv. Do not mistake my Charity for Murder : 
came to his Assistance. [Soldiers seize on Belvile. 

Offic. That shall be tried, Sir. St. Jago, Swords drawn 
i the Carnival time ! [Goes to Antonio. 

Ant. Thy Hand prithee. 

Offic . Ha, Don Antonio ! look well to the Villain there. 
;ow is't, Sir? 

Ant. I'm hurt. 

Belv. Has my Humanity made me a Criminal? 

Offic. Away with him. 

Belv. What a curst Chance is this ! 

[Ex. Soldiers with Belv. 

Ant. This is the Man that has set upon me twice 

62 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT iv 

carry him to my Apartment till you have further Orders 
from me. [To the Officer. Ex. Ant. led. 


SCENE I. A fine Room. 

Discovers Belvile, as by Dark alone. 

Beh. When shall I be weary of railing on Fortune, 

who is resolv'd never to turn with Smiles upon me ? Two 

such Defeats in one Night none but the Devil and that 

mad Rogue could- have contriv'd to have plagued me with 

O i c 

I am here a Prisoner but where ? Heaven knows 
and if there be Murder done, I can soon decide the Fate 
of a Stranger in a Nation without Mercy Yet this is 
nothing to the Torture my Soul bows with, when I think 
of losing my fair, my dear Florlnda. Hark my Door 
opens a Light a Man and seems of Quality arm'd 
too. Now shall I die like a Dog without defence. 

Enter Antonio in a Night-Gown y with a Light ; his Arm 
in a Scarf) and a Sword under his Arm : He sets the 
Candle on the Table. 

Ant. Sir, I come to know what Injuries I have done 
you, that could provoke you to so mean an Action, as tc 
attack me basely, without allowing time for my Defence. 

Belv. Sir, for a Man in my Circumstances to plead 
Innocence, would look like Fear but view me well, and 
you will find no marks of a Coward on me, nor any thing 
that betrays that Brutality you accuse me of. 

Ant. In vain, Sir, you impose upon my Sense, 
You are not only he who drew on me last Night, 
But yesterday before the same House, that of Angelica. 
Yet there is something in your Face and Mein 

Belv. I own I fought to day in the defence of a Friend 
of mine, with whom you (if you're the same) and youi 
Party were first engag'd. 
Perhaps you think this Crime enough to kill me, 


3ut if you do, I cannot fear you'll do it basely. 
Ant. No, Sir, I'll make you fit for a Defence with this. 

[Gives him the Sword. 

Beh. This Gallantry surprizes me nor know I how 
o use this Present, Sir, against a Man so brave. 

Ant. You shall not need ; 

Kor know, I come to snatch you from a Danger 
That is decreed against you; 
I'erhaps your Life, or long Imprisonment : 
JVnd 'twas with so much Courage you offended, 
1 cannot see you punisht. 

Beh. How shall I pay this Generosity ? 
Ant. It had been safer to have kill'd another, 
Than have attempted me : 

| To shew your Danger, Sir, I'll let you know my Quality ; 
Bind 'tis the Vice-Roy's Son whom you have wounded. 

Beh. The Vice-Roy's Son ! 
)eath and Confusion ! was this Plague reserved 
to compleat all the rest? oblig'd by him! 
"he Man of all the World I would destroy. [Aside. 

Ant. You seem disorder'd, Sir. 

j Belv. Yes, trust me, Sir, I am, and 'tis with pain 
[j hat Man receives such Bounties, 
j^ho wants the pow'r to pay 'em back again. 
Ant. To gallant Spirits 'tis indeed uneasy; 
-But you may quickly over-pay me, Sir. 
: Belv. Then I am well kind Heaven ! but set us even, 
'hat I may fight with him, and keep my Honour safe. 


-Oh, I'm impatient, Sir, to be discounting 
j'he mighty Debt I owe you; command me quickly 
Ant. J have a Quarrel with a Rival, Sir, 
bout tne Maid we love. 
Beh. Death, 'tis Florinda he means 
hat Thought destroys my Reason, and I shall kill him 


64 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT iv 

Ant. My Rival, Sir. 
Is one has all the Virtues Man can boast of. 

Belv. Death ! who shou'd this be ? [Aside 

Ant. He challeng'd me to meet him on the Molo, 
As soon as Day appear'd ; but last Night's quarrel 
Has made my Arm unfit to guide a Sword. 

Belv. I apprehend you, Sir, you'd have me kill the Man 
That lays a claim to the Maid you speak of. 
I'll do't I'll fly to do it. 

Ant. Sir, do you know her ? 

Belv. No, Sir, but 'tis enough she is admired by you 

Ant. Sir, I shall rob you of the Glory on't, 
For you must fight under my Name and Dress. 

Belv. That Opinion must be strangely obliging that 


You think I can personate the brave Antonio, 
Whom I can but strive to imitate. 

Ant. You say too much to my Advantage. 
Come, Sir, the Day appears that calls you forth. 
Within, Sir, is the Habit. [Exit Antonio 

Belv. Fantastick Fortune, thou deceitful Light, 
That cheats the wearied Traveller by Night, 
Tho on a Precipice each step you tread, 
I am resolv'd to follow where you lead. [Exit 

SCENE II. The Molo. 

Enter Florinda and Callis in Masques, with Stephano. 
Flor. I'm dying with my fears ; Belvilis not coming 
As I expected, underneath my Window, 
Makes me believe that all those Fears are trie. [Aside 
Canst thou not tell with whom my Brother fights? 

Steph. No, Madam, they were both in Masquerade, . 
was by when they challeng'd one another, and .hey ha( 
decided the Quarrel then, but were prevented by somt 
Cavaliers; which made 'em put it off till now bi-t I an 
sure 'tis about you they fight. 


Flor, Nay then 'tis with Belvile, for what other Lover 

have I that dares fight for me, except Antonio ? and he is 

:oo much in favour with my Brother If it be he, for 

whom shall I direct my Prayers to Heaven ? [Aside. 

Steph. Madam, I must leave you ; for if my Master see 

Tie, I shall be hang'd for being your Conductor. I escap'd 

narrowly for the Excuse I made for you last night i'th' 


Flor. And I'll reward thee for't prithee no more. 

[Exit. Steph. 

Enter Don Pedro in bis Masquing Habit. 

Pedro. Antonio's late to day, the place will fill, and we 
I nay be prevented. \Walk& about. 

Flor. Antonio! sure I heard amiss. [Aside. 

Pedro. But who would not excuse a happy Lover. 
UVhen soft fair Arms comfine the yielding Neck; 
i\nd the kind Whisper languishingly breathes, 
j Vlust you be gone so soon r 
I Jure I had dwelt for ever on her Bosom. 
But stay, he's here. 

Enter Belvile drest in Antonio's Clothes. 
Flor. 'Tis not Belvile, half my Fears are vanisht. 
Pedro. Antonio ! 

Beh. This must be he. [Aside. 

You're early, Sir, I do not use to be out-done this way. 
Pedro. The wretched, Sir, are watchful, and 'tis enough 
i^ou have the advantage of me in Angelica. 

Belv. Angelica ! 

3r I've mistook my Man ! Or else Antonio, 
(pan he forget his Interest in Florinda, 
\nd fight for common Prize? [Aside. 

Pedro. Come, Sir, you know our terms 
Belv. By Heaven, not I. [Aside. 

No talking, I am ready, Sir. 

[Offers to fight. Flor. rum in. 

I F 

66 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT iv 

Flor. Oh, hold ! whoe'er you be, I do conjure you hold. 
If you strike here I die [ To Belv. 

Pedro. Florinda! 

Belv. Florinda imploring for my Rival ! 
Pedro. Away, this Kindness is unseasonable. 

\_Puts her by, they fight ; she runs in just 

as Belv. disarms Pedro. 

Flor. Who are you, Sir, that dare deny my Prayers? 
Belv. Thy Prayers destroy him ; if thou wouldst pre 
serve him. 
Do that thou'rt unacquainted with, and curse him. 

[She holds him. 

Flor. By all you hold most dear, by her you love, 
I do conjure you, touch him not. 

Belv. By her I love ! 
See I obey and at your Feet resign 
The useless Trophy of my Victory. 

[Lays his sword at her Feet. 

Pedro. Antonio, you've done enough to prove you love 

Belv. Love Florinda ! 

Does Heaven love Adoration, Pray'r, or Penitence ? 
Love her ! here Sir, your Sword again. 

[Snatches up the Sword, and gives it him. 
Upon this Truth I'll fight my Life away. 

Pedro. No, you've redeem'd my Sister, and my Friend 

Belv. Don Pedro! 

[He gives him Flor. and pulls off his Vizard to 

shew his Face, and puts it on again. 
Pedro. Can you resign your Claims to other Women, 
And give your Heart intirely to Florinda ? 

Belv. Intire, as dying Saints Confessions are. 
I can delay my happiness no longer. 
This minute let me make Florinda mine : 

Pedro. This minute let it be no time so proper, 


iThis Night my Father will arrive from Rome, 
(And possibly may hinder what we propose. 
Flor. Oh Heavens ! this Minute ! 

[Enter Masqueraders, and pass over. 
Belv. Oh, do not ruin me ! 

Pedro. The place begins to fill ; and that we may not 
be observ'd, do you walk off to St. Peter's Church, where 
|[ will meet you, and conclude your Happiness. 

Belv. I'll meet you there if there be no more Saints 
Churches in Naples. [Aside. 

Flor. Oh stay, Sir, and recall your hasty Doom : 
AJas I have not yet prepar'd my Heart 
I To entertain so strange a Guest. 

Pedro. Away, this silly Modesty is assum'd too late. 
Belv. Heaven, Madam ! what do you do ? 
Flor. Do ! despise the Man that lays a Tyrant's Claim 
I To what he ought to conquer by Submission. 

Belv. You do not know me move a little this way. 

[Draws her aside. 

Flor. Yes, you may even force me to the Altar, 
put not the holy Man that offers there 
Hhall force me to be thine. 

[Pedro talks to Callis this while. 
Belv. Oh do not lose so blest an opportunity ! 
i >ee 'tis your Belvile not Antonio, 
-Vhom your mistaken Scorn and Anger ruins. 

[Pulls off his Vizard. 
Flor. Belvile! 

iVhere was my Soul it cou'd not meet thy Voice, 
Vnd take this knowledge in ? 

[As they are talking, enter Willmore finely drest, 

and Frederick. 

Will. No Intelligence ! no News of Belvile yet well I 
m the most unlucky Rascal in Nature ha! amldeceiv'd 
or is it he look, Fred. 'tis he my dear Belvile. 

68 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT iv 

[Runs and embraces him. Belv. Vizard falls out ons 

Beh. Hell and Confusion seize thee ! 

Pedro. Ha! Belvile! I beg your Pardon, Sir. 

[Takes Flor.from him. 

Belv. Nay, touch her not, she's mine by Conquest, Sir. 
I won her by my Sword. 

Will. Did'st thou so and egad, Child, we'll keep her 
by the Sword. [Draws on Pedro, Belv. goes between. 

Belv. Stand off. 

Thou'rt so profanely leud, so curst by Heaven, 
All Quarrels thou espousest must be fatal. 

Will. Nay, an you be so hot, my 'Valour's coy, 
And shall be courted when you want it next. 

[Puts up his Sword. 

Belv. You know I ought to claim a Victor's Right, 

[To Pedro. 

But you're the Brother to divine Florinda^ 
To whom I'm such a Slave to purchase her, 
I durst not hurt the Man she holds so dear. 

Pedro. 'Twas by Antonio's^ not by Behile's Sword, 
This Question should have been decided, Sir : 
I must confess much to your Bravery's due, 
Both now, and when I met you last in Arms. 
But I am nicely punctual in my word, 
As Men of Honour ought, and beg your Pardon. 
For this Mistake another Time shall clear. 
This was some Plot between you and Belvile: 
But I'll prevent you. [Aside to Flor. as they are going out. 
[Belv. looks after her^ and begins to walk up and 
down in a Rage. 

Will. Do not be modest now, and lose the Woman : 
but if we shall fetch her back, so 

Belv. Do not speak to me. 

Will. Not speak to you ! Egad, I'll speak to you, and 
will be answered too. 


Belv. Will you, Sir? 

If ill. I know I've done some mischief, but I'm so dull 
a Puppy, that I am the Son of a Whore, if I know how, 
pr where prithee inform my Understanding. 

Belv. Leave me I say, and leave me instantly. 

Will. I will not leave you in this humour, nor till I 
enow my Crime. 

Belv. Death, I'll tell you, Sir 

[Draws and runs at Will, he runs out ; Belv. 
after him^ Fred, interposes. 

Enter Angelica, Moretta, and Sebastian. 

Ang. Ha Sebastian Is not that Willmore ? haste, haste, 
l.n d bring him back. 

Fred. The Colonel's mad I never saw him thus before; 
I'll after 'em, lest he do some mischief, for I am sure 
Willmore will not draw on him. [Exit. 

Ang. I am all Rage ! my first desires defeated 
l^or one, for ought he knows, that has no 
l)ther Merit than her Quality, 
ller being Don Pedro's Sister He loves her : 
I know 'tis so dull, dull, insensible 
lie will not see me now tho oft invited ; 
jknd broke his Word last night false perjur'd Man ! 

He that but yesterday fought for my Favours, 
I'ind would have made his Life a Sacrifice 
"o've gain'd one Night with me, 
I lust now be hired and courted to my Arms. 
I Moret. I told you what wou'd come on't, but Moretta's 
j i old doating Fool Why did you give him five hundred 
|!rowns, but to set himself out for other Lovers? You 
'iiou'd have kept him poor, if you had meant to have had 
ly good from him. 
I Ang. Oh, name not such mean Trifles. Had I given 

him all 
ly Youth has earn'd from Sin, 

jo THE ROVER; OR, [ACT iv 

I had not lost a Thought nor Sigh upon't. 
But I have given him my eternal Rest, 
My whole Repose, my future Joys, my Heart ; 
My Virgin Heart. Moretta! oh 'tis gone! 

Moret. Curse on him, here he comes ; 
How fine she has made him too ! 

Enter Willmore and Sebast. Ang. turns and walks away. 

Will. How now, turn'd Shadow? 
Fly when I pursue, and follow when I fly ! 

Stay gentle Shadow of my Dove, [Sings. 

And tell me ier I go, 
Whether the Substance may not prove 

A fleeting Thing like you. 

There's a soft kind Look remaining yet. 

\_As she turns she looks on him. 

Ang. Well, Sir, you may be gay ; all Happiness, all Joys 
pursue you still, Fortune's your Slave, and gives you every 
hour choice of new Hearts and Beauties, till you are cloy'd 
with the repeated Bliss, which others vainly languish for 
But know, false Man, that I shall be reveng'd. 

[Turns away in a Rage. 

Will. So, 'gad, there are of those faint-hearted Lovers, 
whom such a sharp Lesson next their Hearts would make 
as impotent as Fourscore pox o' this whining my 
Bus'ness is to laugh and love a pox on't ; I hate your sul 
len Lover, a Man shall lose as much time to put you in 
Humour now, as would serve to gain a new Woman. 

Ang. I scorn to cool that Fire I cannot raise, 
Or do the Drudgery of your virtuous Mistress. 

Will. A virtuous Mistress ! Death, what a thing thou 
hast found out for me ! why what the Devil should I do 
with a virtuous Woman ? a fort of ill-natur'd Creatures, 
that take a Pride to torment a Lover. Virtue is but an 
Infirmity in Women, a Disease that renders even the 


handsom ungrateful; whilst the ill-favour'd, for want of 
Solicitations and Address, only fancy themselves so. I 
have lain with a Woman of Quality, who has all the while 
been railing at Whores. 

Ang. I will not answer for your Mistress's Virtue, 
jTho she be young enough to know no Guilt : 
lAnd I could wish you would persuade my Heart, 
'Twas the two hundred thousand Crowns you courted. 

Will. Two hundred thousand Crowns ! what Story's 
|:his? what Trick? what Woman? ha. 

Ang. How strange you make it ! have you forgot the 
Creature you entertain'd on the Piazza last night? 

Will. Ha, my Gipsy worth two hundred thousand 
i Drowns! oh how I long to be with her pox, I knew 
I .he was of Quality. \_Aside. 

Ang. False Man, I see my Ruin in thy Face. 
now many vows you breath'd upon my Bosom, 
Mever to be unjust have you forgot so soon ? 

Will. Faith no, I was just coming to repeat 'em but 
icre's a Humour indeed would make a Man a Saint 
Vou'd she'd be angry enough to leave me, and command 
jjne not to wait on her. [Aside. 

Enter Hellena, drest in Man's Clothes. 
Hell. This must be Angelica^ I know it by her mumping 
latron here Ay, ay, 'tis she : my mad Captain's with 
icr too, for all his swearing how this unconstant Humour 
lakes me love him : pray, good grave Gentlewoman, is 
,ot this Angelica ? 

Moret. My too young Sir, it is I hope 'tis one from 
)on Antonio. [Goes to Angelica. 

He/1. Well, something I'll do to vex him for this. [Aside. 
Ang. I will not speak with him ; am I in humour to 
:eive a Lover? 

Will. Not speak with him ! why I'll be gone and 
lit your idler minutes Can I shew less Obedience to 
le thing I love so fondly? \Qftn to go. 

72 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT iv 

Ang. A fine Excuse this stay 

Will. And hinder your Advantage : should I repay your 
Bounties so ungratefully ? 

Ang. Come hither, Boy, that I may let you see 
How much above the Advantages you name 
I prize one Minute's Joy with you. 

Will. Oh, you destroy me with this Endearment. 

[Impatient to be gone. 

Death, how shall I get away? Madam, 'twill not be 
fit I should be seen with you besides, it will not be con 
venient and I've a Friend that's dangerously sick. 

Ang. I see you're impatient yet you shall stay. 

Will. And miss my Assignation with my Gipsy. 

[Aside, and walks about impatiently. 

Hell. Madam, [Moretta brings Hellena, who addresses 
You'l hardly pardon my Intrusion, (her self to Angelica. 
When you shall know my Business; 
And I'm too young to tell my Xale with Art : 
But there must be a wondrous store of Goodness 
Where so much Beauty dwells. 

Ang. A pretty Advocate, whoever sent thee, 
Prithee proceed Nay, Sir, you shall not go. 

\_To Will, who is stealing off. 

Will. Then shall I lose my dear Gipsy for ever. 
Pox on't, she stays me out of spite. [Aside. 

Hell. I am related to a Lady, Madam, 
Young, rich, and nobly born, but has the fate 
To be in love with a young English Gentleman. 
Strangely she loves him, at first sight she lov'd him, 
But did adore him when she heard him speak; 
For he, she said, had Charms in every word, 
That fail'd not to surprize, to wound, and conquer 

Will. Ha, Egad I hope this concerns me. [Aside. 

Ang. 'Tis my false Man, he means wou'd he were 

This Praise will raise his Pride and ruin me Well, 


Since you are so impatient to be gone, 

I will release you, Sir. [To Will. 

Will. Nay, then I'm sure 'twas me he spoke of, this 
cannot be the Effects of Kindness in her. [Aside. 

No, Madam, I've consider'd better on't, 
And will not give you cause of Jealousy. 

Ang. But, Sir, I've business, that 

Will. This shall not do, I know 'tis but to try me. 

Ang. Well, to your Story, Boy, tho 'twill undo me. 


Hell. With this Addition to his other Beauties, 
He won her unresisting tender Heart, 
He vow'd and sigh'd, and swore he lov'd her dearly ; 
And she believ'd the cunning Flatterer, 
I And thought her self the happiest Maid alive : 
To day was the appointed time by both, 
! To consummate their Bliss; 
The Virgin, Altar, and the Priest were drest, 
And whilst she languisht for the expected Bridegroom, 
She heard, he paid his broken Vows to you. 

Will. So, this is some dear Rogue that's in love with me, 

and this way lets me know it ; or if it be not me, she means 

I some one whose place I may supply. [Aside. 

Ang. Now I perceive 

The cause of thy Impatience to be gone, 
! And all the business of this glorious Dress. 

Will. Damn the young Prater, I know not what he 
| means. 

Hell. Madam, 

|j [n your fair Eyes I read too much concern 
To tell my farther Business. 

Ang. Prithee, sweet Youth, talk on, thou may'st perhaps 
Raise here a Storm that may undo my Passion, 
!A.nd then I'll grant thee any thing. 

Hell. Madam, 'tis to intreat you, (oh unreasonable !) 
You wou'd not see this Stranger ; 

74 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT iv 

For if you do, she vows you are undone, 
Tho Nature never made a Man so excellent ; 
And sure he'ad been a God, but for Inconstancy. 

Will. Ah, Rogue, how finely he's instructed ! [Aside. 
'Tis plain some Woman that has seen me en passant. 

Ang. Oh, I shall burst with Jealousy ! do you know 
the Man you speak of? 

Hell. Yes, Madam, he us'd to be in Buff and Scarlet. 

Ang. Thou, false as Hell, what canst thou say to this? 

[T* Will. 

Will. By Heaven 

Ang. Hold, do not damn thy self 

Hell. Nor hope to be believ'd. [He walks about, 

they follow. 

Ang. Oh, perjur'd Man ! 
Is't thus you pay my generous Passion back ? 

Hell. Why wou'd you, Sir, abuse my Lady's Faith ? 

Ang. And use me so inhumanly ? 

Hell. A Maid so young, so innocent 

Will. Ah, young Devil ! 

Ang. Dost thou not know thy Life is in my Power? 

Hell. Or think my Lady cannot be reveng'd ? 

Will. So, so, the Storm comes finely on. [Aside. 

Ang. Now thou art silent, Guilt has struck thee dumb. 
Oh, hadst thou still been so, I'd liv'd in safety. 

[She turns away and weeps. 

Will. Sweetheart, the Lady's Name and House 
quickly : I'm impatient to be with her. 
[Aside to Hellena, looks towards Angel, to watch her turn 
ing, and as she comes towards them, he meets her. 

Hell. So now is he for another Woman. [Aside. 

Will. The impudent'st young thing in Nature ! 
I cannot persuade him out of his Error, Madam. 

Ang. I know he's in the right, yet thou'st a Tongue 
That wou'd persuade him to deny his Faith. [In Rage 

walks away. 


Will. Her Name, her Name, dear Boy [Said soft/y to 

Hell. Have you forgot it, Sir ? Hell. 

Will. Oh, I perceive he's not to know I am a Stranger 
to his Lady. [Aside. 

Yes, yes, I do know but I have forgot the 

[Angel, turns. 
i By Heaven, such early confidence I never saw. 

Ang. Did I not charge you with this Mistress, Sir r 
[Which you denied, tho I beheld your Perjury. 
This little Generosity of thine has render'd back my Heart. 

[Walks away. 

Will. So, you have made sweet work here, my little 


j Look your Lady be kind and good-natur'd now, or 
[ shall have but a cursed Bargain on't. [Ang. turns to- 
The Rogue's bred up to Mischief, wards them. 

Art thou so great a Fool to credit him? 

Ang. Yes, I do; and you in vain impose upon me. 
Come hither, Boy Is not this he you speak of? 

Hell. I think it is ; I cannot swear, but I vow he has 
| ust such another lying Lover's look. 

[Hell, looks in his Face^ he gazes on her. 

Will. Hah ! do not I know that Face ? 
; 3y Heaven, my little Gipsy ! what a dull Dog was I? 
rlad I but lookt that way, I'd known her. 
Kre all my hopes of a new Woman banisht? [Aside. 

Egad, if I don't fit thee for this, hang me. 
Madam, I have found out the Plot. 

Hell. Oh Lord, what does he say? am I discover'd now ? 

Will. Do you see this young Spark here ? 

Hell. He'll tell her who I am. 

Will. Who do you think this is ? 

Hell. Ay, ay, he does know me. Nay, dear Captain, 
'm undone if you discover me. 

Will. Nay, nay, no cogging ; she shall know what a 
recious Mistress I have. 

76 THE ROVER: OR, [ACT iv 

Hell. Will you be such a Devil ? 

Will. Nay, nay, I'll teach you to spoil sport you will 
not make. This small Ambassador comes not from a 
Person of Quality, as you imagine, and he says ; but from 
a very errant Gipsy, the talkingst, pratingst, cantingst little 
Animal thou ever saw'st. 

Ang. What news you tell me ! that's the thing I mean. 

Hell. Wou'd I were well off the place. If ever I go 
a Captain-hunting again. [Aside. 

Will. Mean that thing ? that Gipsy thing ? thou may'st 
as well be jealous of thy Monkey, or Parrot as her : a 
German Motion were worth a dozen of her, and a Dream 
were a better Enjoyment, a Creature of Constitution fitter 
for Heaven than Man. 

Hell. Tho I'm sure he lyes, yet this vexes me. [Aside. 

Ang. You are mistaken, she's a Spanish Woman 
Made up of no such dull Materials. 

Will. Materials ! Egad, and she be made of any that 
will either dispense, or admit of Love, I'll be bound to 

Hell. Unreasonable Man, do you think so ? 

[Aside to him. 

Will. You may Return, my little Brazen Head, and tell 
your Lady, that till she be handsom enough to be belov'd, 
or I dull enough to be religious, there will be small hopes 
of me. 

Ang. Did you not promise then to marry her ? 

Will. Not I, by Heaven. 

Ang. You cannot undeceive my fears and torments, 
till you have vow'd you will not marry her. 

Hell. If he swears that, he'll be reveng'd on me indeed 
for all my Rogueries. 

Ang. I know what Arguments you'll bring against me, 
Fortune and Honour. 

Will. Honour ! I tell you, I hate it in your Sex ; and 
those that fancy themselves possest of that Foppery, are 


he most impertinently troublesom of all Woman-kind, 
ind will transgress nine Commandments to keep one : and 
o satisfy your Jealousy I swear 

Hell. Oh, no swearing, dear Captain [Aside to him. 

Will. If it were possible I should ever be inclin'd to 
narry, it should be some kind young Sinner, one that has 
jenerosity enough to give a favour handsomely to one that 
an ask it discreetly, one that has Wit enough to manage 
,n Intrigue of Love oh, how civil such a Wench is, to 

Man than does her the Honour to marry her. 

Ang. By Heaven, there's no Faith in any thing he says. 

Enter Sebastian. 

Sebast. Madam, Don Antonio 
Ang. Come hither. 

Hell. Ha, Antonio! he may be coming hither, and he'll 
ertainly discover me, I'll therefore retire without a Cere- 
nony. [Exit Hellena. 

Ang. I'll see him, get my Coach ready. 
Sebast. It waits you, Madam. 

Will. This is lucky : what, Madam, now I may be 
one and leave you to the enjoyment of my Rival ? 

Ang. Dull Man, that canst not see how ill, how poor 
That false dissimulation looks Be gone, 
nd never let me see thy cozening Face again, 
est I relapse and kill thee. 

Will. Yes, you can spare me now, farewell till you 
in a better Humour I'm glad of this release 
w for my Gipsy : 
'or tho to worse we change, yet still we find 
ew Joys, New Charms, in a new Miss that's kind. 

[Ex. Will. 

Ang. He's gone, and in this Ague of My Soul 
e shivering Fit returns; 
with what willing haste he took his leave, 
if the long'd for Minute were arriv'd, 


Of some blest Assignation. 

In vain I have consulted all my Charms, 

In vain this Beauty priz'd, in vain believ'd 

My eyes cou'd kindle any lasting Fires. 

I had forgot my Name, my Infamy, 

And the Reproach that Honour lays on those 

That dare pretend a sober passion here. 

Nice Reputation, tho it leave behind 

More Virtues than inhabit where that dwells, 

Yet that once gone, those virtues shine no more. 

Then since I am not fit to belov'd, 

I am resolv'd to think on a Revenge 

On him that sooth'd me thus to my undoing. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. A Street. 

Enter Florinda and Valeria in Habits different from 
what they have been seen in. 

Flor. We're happily escap'd, yet I tremble still. 

Val. A Lover and fear ! why, I am but half a one, and 
yet I have Courage for any Attempt. Would Hellena 
were here. I wou'd fain have had her as deep in this 
Mischief as we, she'll fare but ill else I doubt. 

Flor. She pretended a Visit to the Augustine Nuns, but 
I believe some other design carried her out, pray Heavens 
we light on her. 

Prithee what didst do with Callis? 

Val. When I saw no Reason wou'd do good on her, I 
follow'd her into the Wardrobe, and as she was looking 
for something in a great Chest, I tumbled her in by the 
Heels, snatcht the Key of the Apartment where you were 
confin'd, lockt her in, and left her bauling for help. 

Flor. 'Tis well you resolve to follow my Fortunes, for 
thoudarest never appear at home again after such an Action. 

Val. That's according as the young Stranger and I shall 
agree But to our business I deliver'd your Letter, your 


iSfote to Belvile, when I got out under pretence of going 
ro Mass, I found him at his Lodging, and believe me it 
|:ame seasonably; for never was Man in so desperate a 
Condition. I told him of your Resolution of making your 
escape to day, if your Brother would be absent long enough 
p permit you ; if not, die rather than be Antonio's. 

Flor. Thou shou'dst have told him I was confin'd to my 
Chamber upon my Brother's suspicion, that the Business 
hn the Molo was a Plot laid between him and I. 

VaL I said all this, and told him your Brother was now 
rone to his Devotion, and he resolves to visit every Church 
I ill he find him ; and not only undeceive him in that, but 
aress him so as shall delay his return home. 

Flor. Oh Heavens ! he's here, and Behile with him 
30. [They put on their Vizards. 

Enter Don Pedro, Belvile, Willmore ; Belvile and Don 

Pedro seeming in serious Discourse. 

\ VaL Walk boldly by them, I'll come at a distance, lest 
e suspect us. [She walks by them, and looks back on them. 
I Will. Ha ! A Woman ! and of an excellent Mien !i 
, Ped. She throws a kind look back on you. 

Will. Death, tis a likely Wench, and that kind look 
jiall not be cast away I'll follow her. 
1 Beh. Prithee do not. 

Will. Do not ! By Heavens to the Antipodes, with such 
i Invitation. [She goes out, and Will, fallows her. 

| Belv. 'Tis a mad Fellow for a Wench. 

Enter Fred. 

Fred. Oh Colonel, such News. 
Belv. Prithee what ? 

Fred. News that will make you laugh in spite of Fortune. 
j Beh. What, Blunt has had some damn'd Trick put upon 
im, cheated, bang'd, or clapt ? 

Fred. Cheated, Sir, rarely cheated of all but his Shirt 
id Drawers: the unconscionable Whore too turn'd him 

8o THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT iv 

out before Consummation, so that traversing the Streets 
at Midnight, the Watch found him in this Fresco, and 
conducted him home : By Heaven 'tis such a slight, and 
yet I durst as well have been hang'd as laugh at him, or 
pity him ; he beats all that do but ask him a Question, 
and is in such an Humour 

Ped. Who is't has met with this ill usage, Sir? 

Be/v. A Friend of ours, whom you must see for Mirth's 
sake. I'll imploy him to give Florinda time for an escape. 


Ped. Who is he ? 

Be/v. A young Countryman of ours, one that has been 
educated at so plentiful a rate, he yet ne'er knew the want 
of Money, and 'twill be a great Jest to see how simply 
he'll look without it. For my part I'll lend him none, and 
the Rogue knows not how to put on a borrowing Face, and 
ask first. I'll let him see how good 'tis to play our parts 
whilst I play his Prithee, Fred, do go home and keep him 
in that posture till we come. [Exeunt. 

Enter Florinda from the farther end of the Scene, looking 
behind her. 

Flor. I am follow'd still hah my Brother too advanc 
ing this way, good Heavens defend me from being seen 
by him. [She goes off. 

Enter Willmore, and after him Valeria, at a little distance. 
Will. Ah ! There she sails, she looks back as she were 
willing to be boarded, I'll warrant her Prize. 

[He goes out, Valeria following. 

Enter Hellena, just as he goes out, with a Page. 

Hell. Hah, is not that my Captain that has a Woman 

in chase ? 'tis not Angelica. Boy, follow those People 

at a distance, and bring me an Account where they go in. 

I'll find his Haunts, and plague him every where. 

ha my Brother ! [Exit Page. 

[Bel. Wil. Ped. cross the Stage : Hell, runs off. 


Scene changes to another Street. Enter Florinda. 
Flor. What shall I do, my Brother now pursues me. 
Will no kind Power protect me from his Tyranny? 
Hah, here's a Door open, I'll venture in, since nothing 
Bean be worse than to fall into his Hands, my Life and 

Honour are at stake, and my Necessity has no choice. 

[She goes in. 

mEnter Valeria, and Hellena's Page peeping after Florinda. 

Pag. Here she went in, I shall remember this House. 

[Exit Boy. 

Val. This is Bel-vile 9 s Lodgings ; she's gone in as readily 
as if she knew it hah here's that mad Fellow again, I 
dare not venture in I'll watch my Opportunity. 

[Goes aside. 

Enter Willmore, gazing about him. 

Will. I have lost her hereabouts Pox on't she must 
not scape me so. [Goes out. 

Scene changes to Blunt's Chamber, discovers him sitting 
on a Couch in his Shirt and Drawers, reading. 

Blunt. So, now my Mind's a little at Peace, since I 
have resolv'd Revenge A Pox on this Taylor tho, for 
ot bringing home the Clothes I bespoke ; and a Pox of 
11 poor Cavaliers, a Man can never keep a spare Suit for 
em ; and I shall have these Rogues come in and find me 
aked ; and then I'm undone ; but I'm resolv'd to arm my 
:lf the Rascals shall not insult over me too much. 

[Puts on an old rusty Sword and Buff-Belt. 
Now, how like a Morrice-Dancer I am equipt a fine 
Lady-like Whore to cheat me thus, without affording me 
Kindness for my Money, a Pox light on her, I shall 
ever be reconciled to the Sex more, she has made me as 
ithless as a Physician, as uncharitable as a Churchman, 
d as ill-natur'd as a Poet. O how I'll use all Women- 
ind hereafter ! what wou'd I give to have one of 'em 

I G 

82 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT iv 

within my reach now ! any Mortal thing in Petticoats, 
kind Fortune, send me ; and I'll forgive thy last Night's 
Malice Here's a cursed Book too, (a Warning to all young 
Travellers) that can instruct me how to prevent such 
Mischiefs now 'tis too late. Well 'tis a rare convenient 
thing to read a little now and then, as well as hawk and 
hunt. [Sits down again and reads. 

Enter to him Florinda. 

Flor. This House is haunted sure, 'tis well furnisht and 
no living thing inhabits it hah a Man ! Heavens how 
he's attir'd ! sure 'tis some Rope-dancer, or Fencing- 
Master ; I tremble now for fear, and yet I must venture 
now to speak to him Sir, if I may not interrupt your 
Meditations [He starts up and gazes. 

Blunt. Hah what's here ? Are my wishes granted ? 
and is not that a she Creature ? Adsheartlikins 'tis ! what 
wretched thing art thou hah ! 

Flor. Charitable Sir, you've told your self already what 
I am ; a very wretched Maid, forc'd by a strange unlucky 
Accident, to seek a safety here, and must be ruin'd, if you 
do not grant it. 

Blunt. Ruin'd ! Is there any Ruin so inevitable as that 
which now threatens thee ? Dost thou know, miserable 
Woman, into what Den of Mischiefs thou art fall'n? 
what a Bliss of Confusion ? hah dost not see something 
in my looks that frights thy guilty Soul, and makes thee 
wish to change that Shape of Woman for any humble 
Animal, or Devil ? for those were safer for thee, and less 

Flor. Alas, what mean you, Sir ? I must confess your 
Looks have something in 'em makes me fear ; but I be 
seech you, as you seem a Gentleman, pity a harmless 
Virgin, that takes your House for Sanctuary. 

Blunt. Talk on, talk on, and weep too, till my faith 
return. Do, flatter me out of my Senses again a harmless 


i Virgin with' a Pox, as much one as t'other, adsheartlikins. 

I Why, what the Devil can I not be safe in my House for you ? 

i not in my Chamber? nay, even being naked too cannot 

II secure me. This is an Impudence greater than has invaded 

me yet. Come, no Resistance. \_Pulls her rudely. 

Flor. Dare you be so cruel ? 

Blunt. Cruel, adsheartlikins as a Gaily-slave, or a Spanish 
[i Whore : Cruel, yes, I will kiss and beat thee all over ; 
| kiss, and see thee all over ; thou shalt lie with me too, not 
I that I care for the Injoyment, but to let you see I have 
il ta'en deliberated Malice to thee, and will be revenged on 
1 one Whore for the Sins of another ; I will smile and deceive 
\: thee, flatter thee, and beat thee, kiss and swear, and lye to 
I thee, imbrace thee and rob thee, as she did me, fawn on 

III thee, and strip thee stark naked, then hang thee out at my 
I Window by the Heels, with a Paper of scurvey Verses 
Hi fasten'd to thy Breast, in praise of damnable Women 

Come, come along. 

Flor. Alas, Sir, must I be sacrific'd for the Crimes of 
III the most infamous of my Sex ? I never understood the Sins 
I you name. 

Blunt. Do, persuade the Fool you love him, or that one 

Bof you can be just or honest ; tell me I was not an easy 

1*| Coxcomb, or any strange impossible Tale: it will be 

Hfceliev'd sooner than thy false Showers or Protestations. 

A Generation of damn'd Hypocrites, to flatter my very 

Clothes from my back ! dissembling Witches ! are these 

:hc Returns you make an honest Gentleman that trusts, 

relieves, and loves you ? But if I be not even with you 

Come along, or I shall . [Pulls her again. 

Enter Frederick. 

Fred. Hah, what's here to do ? 

Blunt. Adsheartlikins, Fred. I am glad thou art come, 
: :o be a Witness of my dire Revenge. 

Fred. What's this, a Person of Quality too, who is upon 

84 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT iv 

the Ramble to supply the Defects of some grave impotent 
Husband ? 

Blunt. No, this has another Pretence, some very un 
fortunate Accident brought her hither, to save a Life pur 
sued by I know not who, or why, and forc'd to take 
Sanctuary here at Fools Haven. Adsheartlikins to me of 
all Mankind for Protection ? Is the Ass to be cajol'd again, 
think ye? No, young one, no Prayers or Tears shall 
mitigate my Rage ; therefore prepare for both my Pleasure 
of Enjoyment and Revenge, for I am resolved to make up 
my Loss here on thy Body, I'll take it out in kindness and 
in beating. 

Fred. Now, Mistress of mine, what do you think of this? 

Flor. I think he will not dares not be so barbarous. 

Fred. Have a care, Blunt, she fetch'd a deep Sigh, she 
is inamour'd with thy Shirt and Drawers, she'll strip thee 
even of that. There are of her Calling such unconscion 
able Baggages, and such dexterous Thieves, they'll flea a 
Man, and he shall ne'er miss his Skin, till he feels the Cold. 
There was a Country-man of ours robb'd of a Row of 
Teeth whilst he was sleeping, which the Jilt made him 
buy again when he wak'd You see, Lady, how little 
Reason we have to trust you. 

Blunt. 'Dsheartlikins, why, this is most abominable. 

Flor. Some such Devils there may be, but by all that's holy 
I am none such, I entered here to save a Life in danger. 

Blunt. For no goodness I'll warrant her. 

Fred. Faith, Damsel, you had e'en confess the plain 
Truth, for we are Fellows not to be caught twice in the 
same Trap : Look on that Wreck, a tight Vessel when he 
set out of Haven, well trim'd and laden, and see how a 
Female Piccaroon of this Island of Rogues has shatter'd 


him, and canst thou hope for any Mercy ? 

Blunt. No, no, Gentlewoman, come along, adsheart- 
likins we must be better acquainted we'll both lie with 
her, and then let me alone to bang her. 


Fred. I am ready to serve you in matters of Revenge, 
that has a double Pleasure in't. 

Blunt. Well said. You hear, little one, how you are 
condemn'd by publick Vote to the Bed within, there's no 
resisting your Destiny, Sweetheart. \Pulh her. 

Flor. Stay, Sir, I have seen you with Belvile, an English 
Cavalier, for his sake use me kindly ; you know how, Sir. 

Blunt. Belvile! why, yes, Sweeting, we do know Be /vile, 
and wish he were with us now, he's a Cormorant at Whore 
and Bacon, he'd have a Limb or two of thee, my Virgin 
Pullet: but 'tis no matter, we'll leave him the Bones to pick. 

Flor. Sir, if you have any Esteem for that Belvile^ I 
conjure you to treat me with more Gentleness ; he'll thank 
you for the Justice. 

Fred. Hark ye, Blunt^ I doubt we are mistaken in this 
i matter. 

Flor. Sir, If you find me not worth Belvile's Care, use 
me as you please; and that you may think I merit better 
j treatment than you threaten pray take this Present 
\_Gives him a Ring: He looks on it. 

Blunt. Hum A Diamond ! why, 'tis a wonderful 
j Virtue now that lies in this Ring, a mollifying Virtue; 
Udsheartlikins there's more persuasive Rhetorick in't, than 
ill her Sex can utter. 

Fred. I begin to suspect something ; and 'twou'd anger 
\ as vilely to be truss'd up for a Rape upon a Maid of Quality, 
when we only believe we ruffle a Harlot. 

Blunt. Thou art a credulous Fellaw, but adsheartlikins 

[ have no Faith yet ; why, my Saint prattled as parlously 

is this does, she gave me a Bracelet too, a Devil on her : 

i )ut I sent my Man to sell it to day for Necessaries, and 

9 1 prov'd as counterfeit as her Vows of Love. 

Fred. However let it reprieve her till we see Belvile. 

Blunt. That's hard, yet I will grant it. 
Enter a Servant. 

Serv. Oh, Sir, the Colonel is just come with his new 

86 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT v 

Friend and a Spaniard of Quality, and talks of having you 
to Dinner with 'em. 

Blunt. 'Dsheardikins, I'm undone I would not see 
'em for the World : Harkye, Fred, lock up the Wench in 
your Chamber. 

Fred. Fear nothing, Madam, whate'er he threatens, 
you're safe whilst in my Hands. [Ex. Fred, and Flor. 

Blunt. And, Sirrah upon your Life, say I am not at 
home or that I am asleep or or any thing away I'll 
prevent them coming this way. [Locks the Door and Exeunt. 


SCENE I. Blunts Chamber. 

After a great knocking as at his Chamber-door , enter B 1 unt softly, 
crossing the Stage in his Shirt and Drawers, as before. 

Ned, Ned Blunt, Ned Blunt. [Call within. 

Blunt. The Rogues are up in Arms, 'dsheartlikins, this 
villainous Frederick has betray'd me, they have heard of 
my blessed Fortune. 
Ned Blunt, Ned, Ned [and knocking within. 

Belv. Why, he's dead, Sir, without dispute dead, he has 
not been seen to day ; let's break open the Door here 

Blunt. Ha, break open the Door ! 'dsheartlikins that 
mad Fellow will be as good as his word. 

Belv. Boy, bring something to force the Door. 

\A great noise within at the Door again. 

Blunt. So, now must I speak in my own Defence, I'll 
try what Rhetorick will do hold hold, what do you 
mean, Gentlemen, what do you mean ? 

Belv. Oh Rogue, art alive ? prithee open the Door, and 
convince us. 

Blunt. Yes, I am alive, Gentlemen but at present a 
little busy. 


Belv. How ! Blunt grown a man of Business ! come, 
I come, open, and let's see this Miracle. [within. 

Blunt. No, no, no, no, Gentlemen, 'tis no great Business 
but I am at my Devotion, 'dsheartlikins, will 
you not allow a man time to pray ? 

Belv. Turn'd religious ! a greater Wonder than the first, 
therefore open quickly, or we shall unhinge, we shall. 


Blunt. This won't do Why, hark ye, Colonel ; to 
tell you the plain Truth, I am about a necessary Affair of 
Life. I have a Wench with me you apprehend me ? the 
Devil's in't if they be so uncivil as to disturb me now. 

Will. How, a Wench ! Nay, then we must enter and 
partake ; no Resistance, unless it be your Lady of 
Quality, and then we'll keep our distance. 

Blunt. So, the Business is out. 

Will. Come, come, lend more hands to the Door, 
low heave altogether so, well done, my Boys 

[Breaks open the Door. 

w/^rBelvile,Willmore, Fred. Pedro and Belvile's Page : 
Blunt looks simply, they all laugh at him, he lays his hand 
on his Sword, and comes up to Willmore. 

Blunt. Hark ye, Sir, laugh out your laugh quickly, d'ye 
iear, and be gone, I shall spoil your sport else ; 'dsheart- 
ikins, Sir, I shall the Jest has been carried on too long, 

a Plague upon my Taylor [Aside. 

ill. 'Sdeath, how the Whore has drest him ! Faith, 
ir, I'm sorry. 

Blunt. Are you so, Sir ? keep't to your self then, Sir, 
advise you, d'ye hear? for I can as little endure your 
ity as his Mirth. [Lays his Hand on's Sword. 

Belv. Indeed, Willmore, thou wert a little too rough 
m&NedB/unt'sMistress ; call a Person of Quality Whore, 

id one so young, so handsome, and so eloquent ! ha, 
ia, ha. 

88 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT v 

Blunt. Hark ye, Sir, you know me, and know I can be 
angry ; have a care for 'dsheartlikins I can fight too I 
can, Sir, do you mark me no more. 

Belv. Why so peevish, good Ned? some Disappoint 
ments, I'll warrant What ! did the jealous Count her 
Husband return just in the nick ? 

Blunt. Or the Devil, Sir, d'ye laugh ? [They laugh.] 
Look ye, settle me a good sober Countenance, and that 
quickly too, or you shall know Ned Blunt is not 

Belv. Not every Body, we know that. 

Blunt. Not an Ass, to be laught at, Sir. 

Will. Unconscionable Sinner, to bring a Lover so near 
his Happiness, a vigorous passionate Lover, and then not 
only cheat him of his Moveables, but his Desires too. 

Belv. Ah, Sir, a Mistress is a Trifle with Blunt^ he'll 
have a dozen the next time he looks abroad; his Eyes 
have Charms not to be resisted : There needs no more 
than to expose that taking Person to the view of the Fair, 
and he leads 'em all in Triumph. 

Fed. Sir, tho I'm a stranger to you, I'm ashamed at the 
rudeness of my Nation ; and could you learn who did it, 
would assist you to make an Example of 'em. 

Blunt. Why, ay, there's one speaks sense now, and 
handsomly ; and let me tell you Gentlemen, I should not 
have shew'd my self like a Jack-Pudding, thus to have 
made you Mirth, but that I have revenge within my power ; 
for know, I have got into my possession a Female, who 
had better have fallen under any Curse, than the Ruin I 
design her : 'dsheartlikins, she assaulted me here in my own 
Lodgings, and had doubtless committed a Rape upon me, 
had not this Sword defended me. 

Fred. I knew not that, but o' my Conscience thou hadst 
ravisht her, had she not redeem'd her self with a Ring 
let's see't, Blunt. [Blunt shews the Ring. 

Beh. Hah ! the Ring I gave Florinda when we ex- 
chang'd our Vows ! hark ye, Blunt 

[Goes to whisper to him. 


Will. No whispering, good Colonel, there's a Woman 
in the case, no whispering. 

Beh. Hark ye, Fool, be advis'd, and conceal both the 
Ring and the Story, for your Reputation's sake ; don't let 
People know what despis'd Cullies we English are : to be 
cheated and abus'd by one Whore, and another rather bribe 
thee than be kind to thee, is an Infamy to our Nation. 

Will. Come, come, where's the Wench ? we'll see her, 
let her be what she will, we'll see her. 

Ped. Ay, ay, let us see her, I can soon discover whether 
she be of Quality, or for your Diversion. 

Blunt. She's in Fred's Custody. 

Will. Come, come, the Key. 

\To Fred, who gives him the Key, they are going. 

Belv. Death ! what shall I do ? stay, Gentlemen yet 
if I hinder 'em, I shall discover all hold, let's go one at 
once give me the Key. 

Will. Nay, hold there, Colonel, I'll go first. 

Fred. Nay, no Dispute, Ned and I have the property 
of her. 

Will. Damn Property then we'll draw Cuts. 

[Belv. goes to whisper Will. 

Nay, no Corruption, good Colonel : come, the longest 

Sword carries her. [ They all draw, forgetting Don 

Pedro, being a Spaniard, had the longest. 

Blunt. I yield up my Interest to you Gentlemen, and 
that will be Revenge sufficient. 

Will. The Wench is yours (To Ped.) Pox of his 
Toledo, I had forgot that. 

Fred. Come, Sir, I'll conduct you to the Lady. 

[Ex. Fred, and Ped. 

Belv. To hinder him will certainly discover \Aslde .] 
Dost know, dull Beast, what Mischief thou hast done ? 
[Will, walking up and down out of Humour. 

Will. Ay, ay, to trust our Fortune to Lots, a Devil on't, 
'twas madness, that's the Truth on't. 

90 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT v 

Belv. Oh intolerable Sot ! 

Enter Florinda, running masqud, Pedro after her y Will. 
gazing round her. 

Flor. Good Heaven, defend me from discovery. [Aside. 

Pedro. 'Tis but in vain to fly me, you are fallen to my 

Beh. Sure she is undiscover'd yet, but now I fear there 
is no way -to bring her off. 

Will. Why, what a Pox is not this my Woman, the 
same I follow'd but now ? 

[Ped. talking to Florinda, who walks up and down. 

Fed. As if I did not know ye, and your Business here. 

Flor. Good Heaven ! I fear he does indeed [Aside. 

Ped. Come, pray be kind, I know you meant to be so 
when you enter'd here, for these are proper Gentlemen. 

Will. But, Sir perhaps the Lady will not be impos'd 
upon, she'll chuse her Man. 

Ped. I am better bred, than not to leave her Choice free. 

Enter Valeria, and is surpriz'd at the Sight of Don Pedro. 

Val. Don Pedro here ! there's no avoiding him. [Aside. 

Flor. Valerial then I'm undone [Aside. 

Val. Oh ! have I found you, Sir 

[To Pedro, running to him. 
The strangest Accident if I had breath to tell it. 

Ped. Speak is Florinda safe ? Hellena well ? 

Val. Ay, ay, Sir Florinda is safe from any fears of 

Ped. Why, where's Florinda ? speak. 

Val. Ay, where indeed, Sir ? I wish I could inform you, 
But to hold you no longer in doubt 

Flor. Oh, what will she say ! [Aside. 

Val. She's fled away in the Habit of one of her Pages, 
Sir but Callis thinks you may retrieve her yet, if you 
make haste away ; she'll tell you, Sir, the rest if you 
can find her out. [Aside. 


Fed. Dishonourable Girl, she has undone my Aim 
Sir you see my necessity of leaving you, and I hope you'll 
pardon it : my Sister, I know, will make her flight to you ; 
and if she do, I shall expect she should be render'd back. 

Belv. I shall consult my Love and Honour, Sir. 

[Ex. Fed. 

Flor. My dear Preserver, let me imbrace thee. [To Val. 

Will. What the Devil's all this ? 

Blunt. Mystery by this Light. 

Val. Come, come, make haste and get your selves 
| married quickly, for your Brother will return again. 

Belv. I am so surpriz'd with Fears and Joys, so amaz'd 
to find you here in safety, I can scarce persuade my Heart 
into a Faith of what I see 

Will. Harkye, Colonel, is this that Mistress who has cost 
you so many Sighs, and me so many Quarrels with you? 

Belv. It is Pray give him the Honour of your Hand. 

[7* Flor. 

Will. Thus it must be receiv'd then. 

[Kneels and kisses her Hand. 
j And with it give your Pardon too. 

Flor. The Friend to Be/vile may command me any thing. 

Will. Death, wou'd I might, 'tis a surprizing Beauty. 


Belv. Boy, run and fetch a Father instantly. [Ex. Boy. 

Fred. So, now do I stand like a Dog, and have not a 

\ Syllable to plead my own Cause with: by this Hand, 

I Madam, I was never thorowly confounded before, nor 

shall I ever more dare look up with Confidence, till you 

are pleased to pardon me. 

Flor. Sir, I'll be reconcil'd to you on one Condition, 
that you'll follow the Example of your Friend, in marrying 
: a Maid that does not hate you, 'and whose Fortune (I 
I believe) will not be unwelcome to you. 

Fred. Madam, had I no Inclinations that way, I shou'd 
obey your kind Commands. 


Belv. Who, Fred, marry ; he has so few Inclinations 
for Womankind, that had he been possest of Paradise, he 
might have continu'd there to this Day, if no Crime but 
Love cou'd have disinherited him. 

Fred. Oh, I do not use to boast of my Intrigues. 

Belv. Boast ! why thou do'st nothing but boast ; and I 
dare swear, wer't thou as innocent from the Sin of the 
Grape, as thou art from the Apple, thou might'st yet claim 
that right in Eden which our first Parents lost by too much 

Fred. I wish this Lady would think me so modest a Man. 

Vol. She shou'd be sorry then, and not like you half so 
well, and I shou'd be loth to break my Word with you; 
which was, That if your Friend and mine are agreed, it 
shou'd be a Match between you and I. 

[She gives him her Hand. 

Fred. Bear witness, Colonel, 'tis a Bargain. 

[Kisses her Hand. 

Blunt. I have a Pardon to beg too ; but adsheartlikins 
I am so out of Countenance, that I am a Dog if I can say 
any thing to purpose. [To Florinda. 

Flor. Sir, I heartily forgive you all. 

Blunt. That's nobly said, sweet Lady Belvile, prithee 
present her her Ring again, for I find I have not Courage 
to approach her my self. 

[Gives him the -Ring, he gives it to Florinda. 

Enter Boy. 

Boy. Sir, I have brought the Father that you sent for. 

Belv. 'Tis well, and now my dear Florinda^ let's fly to 
compleat that mighty Joy we have so long wish'd and 
sigh'd for. Come, Fred, you'll follow ? 

Fred. Your Example, Sir, 'twas ever my Ambition in 
War, and must be so in Love. 

Will. And must not I see this juggling Knot ty'd ? 

Belv. No, thou shalt do us better Service, and be our 


(Guard, lest Don Pedro's sudden Return interrupt the 

Will. Content ; I'll secure this Pass. 

[Ex. Bel. Flor. Fred, and Val. 

Enter Boy. 

Boy. Sir, there's a Lady without wou'd speak to you. 

[To Will. 

WilL Conduct her in, I dare not quit my Post. 
Boy. And, Sir, your Taylor waits you in your Chamber. 
Blunt. Some comfort yet, I shall not dance naked at the 
I Wedding. [Ex. Blunt and Boy. 

\Enter again the Boy, conducting in Angelica in a masquing 
Habit and a Vizard, Will, runs to her. 

Will. This can be none but my pretty Gipsy Oh, I you can follow as well as fly Come, confess thy self 
, he most malicious Devil in Nature, you think you have 
Hlone my Bus'ness with Angelica 

Ang. Stand off, base Villain [She draws a Pistol 

and holds to his Breast. 

Will. Hah, 'tis not she : who art thou ? and what's thy 
Business r 

Ang. One thou hast injur'd, and who comes to kill thee 

Will. What the Devil canst thou mean? 
Ang. By all my Hopes to kill thee 

[Holds still the Pistol to his Breast, he 

going back, she following still. 

Will. Prithee on what Acquaintance ? for I know thee 

Ang. Behold this Face ! so lost to thy Remembrance ! 
l\nd then call all thy Sins about thy Soul, [Pulls off" her 
I \nd let them die with thee. Vizard. 

Will. Angelica] 
Ang. Yes, Traitor. 
Does not thy guilty Blood run shivering thro thy Veins ? 

94 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT v 

Hast thou no Horrour at this Sight, that tells thee, 
Thou hast not long to boast thy shameful Conquest ? 

Will. Faith, no Child, my Blood keeps its old Ebbs and 
Flows still, and that usual Heat top, that cou'd oblige thee 
with a Kindness, had I but opportunity. 

Ang. Devil ! dost wanton with my Pain have at thy 

Will. Hold, dear Virago ! hold thy Hand a little, 
I am not now at leisure to be kill'd hold and hear me 
Death, I think she's in earnest. [Aside. 

Ang. Oh if I take not heed, 
My coward Heart will leave me to his Mercy. 

\_Aside, turning from him. 

What have you, Sir, to say? but should I hear thee, 
Thoud'st talk away all that is brave about me : 

[Follows him with the Pistol to his Breast. 
And I have vow'd thy Death, by all that's sacred. 

Will. Why, then there's an end of a proper handsom 
Fellow, that might have liv'd to have done good Service 
yet : That's all I can say to't. 

Ang. Yet I wou'd give thee time for Penitence. 

[ Pausingly. 

Will. Faith, Child, I thank God, I have ever took care 
to lead a good, sober, hopeful Life, and am of a Religion 
that teaches me to believe, I shall depart in Peace. 

Ang. So will the Devil : tell me 
How many poor believing Fools thou hast undone ; 
How many Hearts thou hast betray 'd to ruin ! 
Yet these are little Mischiefs to the Ills 
Thou'st taught mine to commit : thou'st taught it Love. 

Will. Egad, 'twas shreudly hurt the while. 

Ang. Love, that has robb'd it of its Unconcern, 
Of all that Pride that taught me how to value it, 
And in its room a mean submissive Passion was convey 'd, 
That made me humbly bow, which I ne'er did 
To any thing but Heaven. 


Thou, perjur'd Man, didst this, and with thy Oaths, 
IvVhich on thy Knees thou didst devoutly make, 
Eoften'd my yielding Heart And then, I was a Slave 
lyet still had been content to've worn my Chains, 
KVorn 'em with Vanity and'Joy for ever, 
Hadst thou not broke those Vows that put them on. 
-'Twas then I was undone. 

\_All this while follows him with a Pistol to his Breast. 
Will. Broke my Vows ! why, where hast thou lived ? 
\mongst the Gods ! For I never heard of mortal Man, 
That has not broke a thousand Vows. 
Ang. Oh, Impudence ! 

Will. Angelical that Beauty has been too long tempting, 
ot to have made a thousand Lovers languish, 
/Vho in the amorous Favour, no doubt have sworn 
Jke me; did they all die in that Faith ? still adoring? 
do not think they did. 

Ang. No, faithless Man : had I repaid their Vows, as 
did thine, I wou'd have kill'd the ungrateful that had 
bandon'd me. 

Will. This old General has quite spoil'd thee, nothing 
nakes a Woman so vain, as being flatter'd ; your old Lover 
ver supplies the Defects of Age, with intolerable Dotage, 
ast Charge, and that which you call Constancy ; and 
ttributing all this to your own Merits, you domineer, and 
tirow your Favours in's Teeth, upbraiding him still with 
he Defects of Age, and cuckold him as often as he deceives 
our Expectations. But the gay, young, brisk Lover, that 
rings his equal Fires, and can give you Dart for Dart, 
e'll be as nice as you sometimes. 
Ang. All this thou'st made me know, for which I hate 


lad I remain'd in innocent Security, 
shou'd have thought all Men were born my Slaves ; 
ind worn my Pow'r like Lightning in my Eyes, 
."o have destroy 'd at Pleasure when offended. 

96 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT v 

But when Love held the Mirror, the undeceiving Glas 

Reflected all the Weaknessof my Soul, and made me know 

My richest Treasure being lost, my Honour, 

All the remaining Spoil cou'd not be worth 

The Conqueror's Care or Value. 

Oh how I fell like a long worship'd Idol, 

Discovering all the Cheat ! 

Wou'd not the Incense and rich Sacrifice, 

Which blind Devotion offer'd at my Altars, 

Have fall'n to thee? 

Why woud'st thou then destroy my fancy'd Power? 

Will. By Heaven thou art brave, and I admire thet 


I wish I were that dull, that constant thing, 
Which thou woud'st have, and Nature never meant me 
I must, like chearful Birds, sing in all Groves, 
And perch on every Bough, 
Billing the next kind She that flies to meet me ; 
Yet after all cou'd build my Nest with thee, 
Thither repairing when I'd lov'd my round, 
And still reserve a tributary Flame. 
To gain your Credit, I'll pay you back your Charity, 
And be oblig'd for nothing but for Love. 

[Offers her a Purse of Gold 

Ang. Oh that thou wert in earnest ! 
So mean a Thought of me, 

Wou'd turn my Rage to Scorn, and I shou'd pity thee, 
And give thee leave to live ; 
Which for the publick Safety of our Sex, 
And my own private Injuries, I dare not do. 
Prepare [Follows sti//, as before 

I will no more be tempted with Replies. 

Will Sure 

Ang. Another Word will damn thee ! I've heard the 

talk too long. [She follows him with a Pistol read 

to shoot : he retires still amazd. 


Enter Don Antonio, his Arm in a Scarf, and lays hold 
on the Pistol. 

Ant. Hah ! Angelica ! 

Ang. Antonio! What Devil brought thee hither? 

Ant. Love and Curiosity, seeing your Coach at Door. 
Let me disarm you of this unbecoming Instrument of 
Death. [Takes away the Pistol. 

Amongst the Number of your Slaves, was there not one 
worthy the Honour to have fought your Quarrel ? 
Who are you, Sir, that are so very wretched 
To merit Death from her? 

Will. One, Sir, that cou'd have made a better End of 
in amorous Quarrel without you, than with you. 

Ant. Sure 'tis some Rival hah the very Man took 
lown her Picture yesterday the very same that set on me 
last night Blest opportunity {Offers to shoot him. 

Ang. Hold, you're mistaken, Sir. 

Ant. By Heaven the very same ! 
Sir, what pretensions have you to this Lady ? 

Will. Sir, I don't use to be examin'd, and am ill at all 
Disputes but this [Draws, Anton, offers to shoot. 

Ang. Oh, hold ! you see he's arm'd with certain Death : 

[To Will. 
And you, Antonio, I command you hold, 

By all the Passion you've so lately vow'd me. 

Enter Don Pedro, sees Antonio, and stays. 
Ped. Hah, Antonio! and Angelica! [Aside. 

Ant. When I refuse Obedience to your Will, 
May you destroy me with your mortal Hate. 
By all that's Holy I adore you so, 
That even my Rival, who has Charms enough 
To make him fall a Victim to my Jealousy, 
Shall live, nay, and have leave to love on still. 

Ped. What's this I hear ? [Aside. 

Ang. Ah thus, 'twas thus he talk'd, and I believ'd. 

[Pointing to Will. 
I H 

98 THE ROVER ; OR, [ACT v 

Antonio, yesterday, 

I'd not have sold my Interest in his Heart, 
For all the Sword has won and lost in Battle. 
But now to show my utmost of Contempt, 
I give thee Life which if thou would'st preserve, 
Live where my Eyes may never see thee more, 
Live to undo some one, whose Soul may prove 
So bravely constant to revenge my Love. 

[Goes out, Ant. follows, but Fed. pulls him back. 

Ped. Antonio stay. 

Ant. Don Pedro 

Ped. What Coward Fear was that prevented thee 
From meeting me this Morning on the Molo ? 

Ant. Meet thee ? 

Ped. Yes me ; I was the Man that dar'd thee to't. 

Ant. Hast thou so often seen me fight in War, 
To find no better Cause to excuse my Absence ? 
I sent my Sword and one to do thee Right, 
Finding my self uncapable to use a Sword. 

Ped. But 'twas Florinda's Quarrel that we fought, 
And you to shew how little you esteem'd her, 
Sent me your Rival, giving him your Interest. 
But I have found the Cause of this Affront, 
But when I meet you fit for the Dispute, 
I'll tell you my Resentment. 

Ant. I shall be ready, Sir, e'er long to do you Reason. 

[Exit Ant. 

Ped. If I cou'd find Florinda, now whilst my Anger's 
high, I think I shou'd be kind, and give her to Belvile in 

Will. Faith, Sir, I know not what you wou'd do, but 
I believe the Priest within has been so kind. 

Ped. How ! my Sister married ? 

Will. I hope by this time she is, and bedded too, or he 
has not my longings about him. 

Ped. Dares he do thus? Does he not fear my Pow'r? 


Will. Faith not at all. If you will go in, and thank him 
for the Favour he has done your Sister, so ; if not, Sir, my 
Power's greater in this House than yours ; I have a damn'd 
surly Crew here, that will keep you till the next Tide, and 
then clap you an board my Prize ; my Ship lies but a League 
off the Molo^ and we shall show your Donship a damn'd 
Tramontana Rover's Trick. 

Enter Belvile. 

Belv. This Rogue's in some new Mischief hah, Pedro 
r eturn'd ! 

Ped. Colonel Be/vi/e, I hear you have married my Sister. 
' Belv. You have heard truth then, Sir. 
R Ped. Have I so ? then, Sir, I wish you Joy. 
< Belv. How ! 

Ped. By this Embrace I do, and I glad on't. 

Belv. Are you in earnest ? 

Ped. By our long Friendship and my Obligations to thee, 

I am. The sudden Change I'll give you Reasons for anon. 

Come lead me into my Sister, that she may know I now 

approve her Choice. [Exit Bel. with Ped. 

[Will, goes to follow them. Enter Hellena as before 

in Boy's Clothes, and pulls him back. 

Will. Ha ! my Gipsy Now a thousand Blessings on 
thee for this Kindness. Egad, Child, I was e'en in despair 
of ever seeing thee again ; my Friends are all provided for 
within, each Man his kind Woman. 

Hell. Hah ! I thought they had serv'd me some such Trick. 

Will. And I was e'en resolv'd to go aboard, condemn 
my self to my lone Cabin, and the Thoughts of thee. 

Hell. And cou'd you have left me behind ? wou'd you 
have been so ill-natur'd ? 

Will. Why, 'twou'd have broke my Heart, Child but 
since we are met again, I defy foul Weather to part us. 

Hell. And wou'd you be a faithful Friend now, if a Maid 
shou'd trust you ? 

ioo THE ROVER; OR, [ACT v 

Will. For a Friend I cannot promise, thou art of a Form 
so excellent, a Face and Humour too good for cold dull 
Friendship ; I am parlously afraid of being in love, Child, 
and you have not forgot how severely you have us'd me. 

Hell. That's all one, such Usage you must still look for, 
to find out all your Haunts, to rail at you to all that love 
you, till I have made you love only me in your own De 
fence, because no body else will love. 

Will. But hast thou no better Quality to recommend 
thy self by ? 

Hell. Faith none, Captain Why, 'twill be the greaterJ 
Charity to take me for thy Mistress, I am a lone Child, a 
kind of Orphan Lover ; and why I shou'd die a Maid, and 
in a Captain's Hands too, I do not understand. 

Will. Egad, I was never claw'd away with Broad-SideH 
from any Female before, thou hast one Virtue I adore, good* 
Nature ; I hate a coy demure Mistress, she's as troublesomV 
as a Colt, I'll break none ; no, give me a mad Mistress when: 
mew'd, and in flying on[e] I dare trust upon the Wing, 
that whilst she's kind will come to the Lure. 

Hell. Nay, as kind as you will, good Captain, whilst it 
lasts, but let's lose no time. 

Will.. My time's as precious to me, as thine can be ; 
therefore, dear Creature, since we are so well agreed, let's 
retire to my Chamber, and if ever thou were treated with 
such savory Love Come My Bed's prepar'd for such a 
Guest, all clean and sweet as thy fair self; I love to steal a 
Dish and a Bottle with a Friend, and hate long Graces 
Come, let's retire and fall to. 

Hell. 'Tis but getting my Consent, and the Business is 
soon done ; let but old Gaffer Hymen and his Priest say 
Amen to't, and I dare lay my Mother's Daughter by as pro 
per a Fellow as your Father's Son, without fear or blushing. 

Will. Hold, hold, no Bugg Words, Child, Priest and 
Hymen : prithee add Hangman to 'em to make up the 
Consort No, no, we'll have no Vows but Love, Child, 


nor Witness but the Lover ; the kind Diety injoins naught 
but love and enjoy. Hymen and Priest wait still upon 
Portion, and Joynture ; Love and Beauty have their own 
Ceremonies. Marriage is as certain a Bane to Love, as 
lending Money is to Friendship : I'll neither ask nor give 
a Vow, tho I could be content to turn Gipsy, and become 
a Left-hand Bridegroom, to have the Pleasure of working 
that great Miracle of making a Maid a Mother, if you durst 
venture ; 'tis upse Gipsy that, and if I miss, I'll lose my 

Hell. And if you do not lose, what shall I get ? A Cradle 
full of Noise and Mischief, with a Pack of Repentance at 
my Back? Can you teach me to weave Incle to pass my 
time with ? 'Tis upse Gipsy that too. 

Will. I can teach thee to weave a true Love's Knot 

Hell. So can my Dog. 

Will. Well, I see we are both upon our Guard, and I 
see there's no way to conquer good Nature, but by yielding 
here give me thy Hand one Kiss and I am thine 

Hell. One Kiss ! How like my Page he speaks ; I am 
resolv'd you shall have none, for asking such a sneaking 
Sum He that will be satisfied with one Kiss, will never 
die of that Longing ; good Friend single-Kiss, is all your 
talking come to this ? A Kiss, a Caudle ! farewel, Captain 
single-Kiss. [Going out he stays her. 

Will. Nay, if we part so, let me die like a Bird upon a 
Bough, at the Sheriff's Charge. By Heaven, both the Indies 
shall not buy thee from me. I adore thy Humour and will 
marry thee, and we are so of one Humour, it must be a 
Bargain give me thy Hand [Kisses her hand. 

And now let the blind ones (Love and Fortune) do their 

Hell. Why, God-a-mercy, Captain ! 

Will. But harkye The Bargain is now made ; but is 
it not fit we should know each other's Names ? That when 

io2 THE ROVER; OR, [ACT v 

we have Reason to curse one another hereafter, and People 
ask me who 'tis I give to the Devil, I may at least be able 
to tell what Family you came of. 

Hell. Good reason, Captain ; and where I have cause, 
(as I doubt not but I shall have plentiful) that I may know at 
whom to throw my Blessings I beseech ye your Name. 

Will. I am call'd Robert the Constant. 

Hell. A very fine Name ! pray was it your Faulkner or 
Butler that christen'd you? Do they not use to whistle 
when then call you ? 

Will. I hope you have a better, that a Man may name 
without crossing himself, you are so merry with mine. 

Hell. I am call'd Hellena the Inconstant. 

Enter Pedro, Belvile, Florinda, Fred. Valeria. 

Ped. Hah! Hellena! 

Flor. Hellena! 

Hell. The very same hah my Brother ! now, Captain, 
shew your Love and Courage ; stand to your Arms, and 
defend me bravely, or I am lost for ever. 

Ped. What's this I hear? false Girl, how came yovn 
hither, and what's your Business? Speak. 

[Goes roughly to her. 

Will. Hold off, Sir, you have leave to parly only. 

[Puts himself between. 

Hell. I had e'en as good tell it, as you guess it. Faith, 
Brother, my Business is the same with all living Creatures 
of my Age, to love, and be loved, and here's the Man. 

Ped. Perfidious Maid, hast thou deceiv'd me too, deceiv'd 
thy self and Heaven ? 

Hell. 'Tis time enough to make my Peace with that : 
Be yo'u but kind, let me alone with Heaven. 

Ped. Belvile, I did not expect this false Play from you ; 
was't not enough you'd gain Florinda (which I pardon'd) 
but your leud Friends too must be inrich'd with the Spoils 
of a noble Family ? 


Belv. Faith, Sir, I am as much surpriz'd at this as you 
can be : Yet, Sir, my Friends are Gentlemen, and ought 
to be esteem'd for their Misfortunes, since they have the 
Glory to suffer with the best of Men and Kings ; 'tis true, 
he's a Rover of Fortune, yet a Prince aboard his little 
wooden World. 

Ped. What's this to the maintenance of a Woman or 
her Birth and Quality ? 

Will. Faith, Sir, I can boast of nothing but a Sword 
which does me Right where-e'er I come, and has defended 
a worse Cause than a Woman's : and since I lov'd her before 
I either knew her Birth or Name, I must pursue my 
Resolution, and marry her. 

Ped. And is all your holy Intent of becoming a Nun 
debauch'd into a Desire of Man ? 

Hell. Why I have consider'd the matter, Brother, and 
find the Three hundred thousand Crowns my Uncle left 
me (and you cannot keep from me) will be better laid out 
in Love than in Religion, and turn to as good an Account 
let most Voices carry it, for Heaven or the Captain ? 

All cry, a Captain, a Captain. 

Hell. Look ye, Sir, 'tis a clear Case. 

Ped. Oh I am mad if I refuse, my Life's in Danger 


Come There's one motive induces me take her I 
shall now be free from the fear of her Honour ; guard it 
you now, if you can, I have been a Slave to't long enough. 

[Gives her to him. 

Will. Faith, Sir, I am of a Nation, that are of opinion 
a Woman's Honour is not worth guarding when she has 
a mind to part with it. 

Hell. Well said, Captain. 

Ped. This was your Plot, Mistress, but I hope you have 
married one that will revenge my Quarrel to you 

\To Valeria. 

Val. There's no altering Destiny, Sir. 


Ped. Sooner than a Woman's Will, therefore I forgive 
you all and wish you may get my Father's Pardon as 
easily ; which I fear. 

Enter Blunt drest in a Spanish Habit, looking very 
ridiculously ; his Man adjusting his Band. 

Man. 'Tis very well, Sir. 

Blunt. Well, Sir, 'dsheartlikins I tell you 'tis damnable 
ill, Sir a Spanish Habit, good Lord ! cou'd the Devil and 
my Taylor devise no other Punishment for me, but the 
Mode of a Nation I abominate ? 

Belv. What's the matter, Ned? 

Blunt. Pray view me round, and judge [Turns round. 

Belv. I must confess thou art a kind of an odd Figure. 

Blunt. In a Spanish Habit with a Vengeance ! I had 
rather be in the Inquisition for Judaism, than in this Doublet 
and Breeches ; a Pillory were an easy Collar to this, three 
Handfuls high ; and these Shoes too are worse than the 
Stocks, with the Sole an Inch shorter than my Foot : In 
fine, Gentlemen, methinks I look altogether like a Bag of 
Bays stuff'd full of Fools Flesh. 

Belv. Methinks 'tis well, and makes thee look en Cavalier: 
Come, Sir, settle your Face, and salute our Friends, Lady 

Blunt. Hah ! Say'st thou so, my little Rover ? [To Hell. 
Lady (if you be one) give me leave to kiss your Hand, 
and tell you, adsheartlikins, for all I look so, I am your 
humble Servant A Pox of my Spanish Habit. 

Will. Hark what's this ? [Mustek is heard to Play. 
Enter Boy. 

Boy. Sir, as the Custom is, the gay People in Masquerade, 
who make every Man's House their own, are coming up. 
Enter several Men and Women in masquing Habits, with 
Musick, they put themselves in order and dance. 

Blunt. Adsheartlikins, wou'd 'twere lawful to pull off 
their false Faces, that I might see if my Doxy were not 
amongst 'em. 


Belv. Ladies and Gentlemen, since you -ire come so 

a propos, you must take a small Collation wit'i us. 

[Ti'.t/x Masquers. 
Will. Whilst we'll to the Good Man within, wh0\ stays 

to give us a Cast of his Office. [To. Hell. 

Have you no trembling at the near approach? 

Hell. No more than you have in an Engagement or a 


Will. Egad, thou'rt a brave Girl, and I admire t"iy Love 

and Courage. 

Lead on, no other Dangers they can dread, *j 
Who venture in the Storms o'th' Marriage-]' 



THE banisht Cavaliers! a Roving Blade! 

A popish Carnival! a Masquerade ! 

The Devil's in*t if this will please the Nation, 

In these our blessed Times of Reformation, 

When Conventicling is so much in Fashion. ) 

And yet 

That mutinous Tribe less Factions do beget, 

Than your continual differing in Wit ; 

Tour Judgment's (as your Passions) a Disease : \ 

Nor Muse nor Miss your Appetite can please ; 

You re grown as nice as queasy Consciences, ) 

Whose each Convulsion, when the Spirit moves, 

Damns every thing that Maggot disapproves. 

With canting Rule you wou'd the Stage refine, 
And to dull Method all our Sense confine. 
With th" 1 Insolence of Common-wealths you rule, \ 

Where each gay Fop, and politick brave Fool 
On Monarch Wit impose without controul. ) 

As for the last who seldom sees a Play, 
Unless it be the old Black-Fryers way, 


Shaking, his empty Noddle o'er Bamboo, 

He r"y, (j';-j ' I' tilth, these Plays will never do. 

Ah, <SVr, in my young days, what lofty Wit, 

hat high-st'raind Scenes of Fighting there were writ: 
c't en ' slight airy Toys. But tell me, pray, 
hat' fas the House of Commons done to day? 
en shews his Politicks, to let you see \ 

State Affairs he'll judge as notably, 
he can do of Wit and Poetry. 
H The younger Sparks, who hither do resort, 

Pox -a your gentle things, give us more Sport $ 
Damn me, Pm sure "'twill never please the Court. 

Such Fops are never pleased, unless the Play 
Be stuff' d with Fools, as brisk and dull as they : 
Stich might the Half-Crown spare, and in a Glass 
tt home behold a more accomplisht Ass, 
Vhere they may set their Cravats, Wigs and Faces, 
And practice all their Buffoonry Grimaces ; 
See how this Huff becomes this Dammy -flare 
Which they at home may act, because they dare, 
But must with prudent Caution do elsewhere. 
Oh that our Nokes, or Xony Lee could show 
A Fop but half so much to th 1 Life as you. 


THIS Play had been sooner in Print, but for a Report about the 
Town (made by some either very Malitious or very Ignorant) 
that "'twas Thomaso altered ; which made the Book-sellers fear 
some trouble from the Proprietor of that Admirable Play, which 
indeed has Wit enough to stock a Poet, and is not to be piec't or 
mended by any but the Excellent Author himself; That I have 
stolen some hints from it may be a proof, that I valued it more 
than to pretend to alter it : had I had the Dexterity of some 
Poets who are not more expert in stealing than in the Art of 
Concealing, and who even that way out-do the Spartan-.50jw / 
might have appropriated all to myself, but I, vainly proud of 
my Judgment hang out the Sign of ANGELICA (the only Stolen 
Object) to give Notice where a great part of the Wit dwelt ; 
though if the Play of the Novella were as well worth remem- 
bringas Thomaso, they might (bating the Name) have as well 
said, I took it from thence : I will only say the Plot and Business 
(not to boast ori*t) is my own : as for the Words and Characters, 
I leave the Reader to judge and compare 'em with Thomaso, 
to whom I recommend the great Entertainment of reading it, 
tho had this succeeded ill, I should have had no need of imploring 
that Justice from the Critics, who are naturally so kind to any 
that pretend to usurp their Dominion, they wou'd doubtless 
have given me the whole Honour on* t. Therefore I will only 
say in English what the famous Virgil does in Latin : I make 
Verses and others have the Fame. 






'HE exiled cavaliers, Willmorc the Rover, Shift and Hunt, two officers, 
Jed Blunt and Fetherfool, his friend, have arrived at Madrid, where they 
re welcomed by Beaumond, nephew to the English Ambassador. Both 
Villmorc and Beaumond are enamoured of La Ntichc, a beautiful courtezan, 
'hilst Shift and Hunt are respectively courting a Giantess and a Dwarf, 
wo Mexican Jewesses of immense wealth, newly come to Madrid with an 
Id Hebrew, their uncle and guardian. Beaumond is contracted to Ariadne, 
ho loves Willmore. Whilst the Rover is complimenting La Nuche, some 
laniards, headed by Don Carlo, an aged admirer of the lady, attempt to 
:parate the pair. During the scuffle the ladies enter a church, where they 
re followed by the gallants. A little later Fetherfool comes to terms with 
a Nuchc's duenna, Petronclla, whilst Willmore makes love to Ariadne, 
ift next informs Willmore of the arrival of a celebrated mountebank, 
the Rover resolves to take the quack's place, which he does in effective 
Sguise. Fetherfool and Blunt visit the pseudo-doctor's house, where the 
iantess and Dwarf are lodged to be converted to a reasonable si/.e by his 
edicaments ; covetous of their great fortunes, the coxcombs also begin to 
urt the two Jewesses. La Nuchc comes to consult the mountebank and 
eets Ariadne attired as a boy, and Willmore in his own dress. Ariadne, who 
it a rendezvous that evening with Willmore, is accidentally anticipated 
La Nuche, who runs into the garden during a night brawl between 
aumond and the Rover, each of whom is ignorant of his opponent's 

onality. Both the combatants encounter the courtezan in the garden 
d are joined by Ariadne. The confusion and mistakes that ensue are 
.ented by the arrival of Beaumond's page and eventually all disperse in 
: erent directions. La Nuche returns to her house, where Fetherfool led 
by the Duenna awaits her. Carlo, however, come thither for the same 
rpose, enters the chambers, and after they have fallen to fisticuffs, 
therfool in a fright escapes through a window. Meanwhile La Nuchc 
engaged witli Willmore ; Beaumond interrupts, and both leave her in 
tended disdain. Ariadne, purposing to meet the Rover, mistakes 
aumond for him in the dark and they hurry away to the quack's house, 
re, however, Fetherfool has already arrived and, finding the Giantess 
cep, robs her of a pearl necklace ; but he is alarmed by Shift, who takes 
r off and promptly weds her, whilst Hunt does the same by the Dwarf, 
unt next appears leading Petronclla, veiled, who, filching a casket of 
els, has just fled from La Nuclic ; but the hag is discovered and corn 
ed to disgorge. The Jewish Guardian is reconciled to the marriages of 
wards : Beaumond and Ariadne, Willmore and La Nuche arrive, and the 
ious mistakes with regard to identity are rectified, Willmore incidentally 
caling himself as the sham mountebank. Beaumond and Ariadne agree 
marry, whilst La Nuche gives herself to the Rover. 


INDUCED by the extraordinary success of The Ro-ver in 1677, Mrs. Behn, 
four years later, turned again to Killigrew's Thomaso ; or, The Wanderer, and 
produced a sequel to her play. She had, however, already made good use 
of the best points of the old comedy, and the remaining material onlj 
being that which her judgment first rejected, it is not a matter of surprise 
to find the second part of The Rover somewhat inferior to the first. This 
is by no means to say that it is not an amusing comedy full of bustle anc 
humour. The intrigue of Willmore and La Nuche, together with the 
jocantries of the inimitable Blunt, Nick Fetherfool, and the antique 
Petronella Elenora, are all alive with the genius of Astrea, although il 
may be possibly objected that some of the episodes with the two Monster; 
and the pranks of Harlequin are apt to trench a little too nearly on thf 
realm of Jarce. 


The Second Part of The Rover was produced at the Duke's Theatre, Dorse i 
Gardens, in 1681. It is noticeable that Will Smith had so distinguish^ | 
himself in Willmore, that Betterton, who appeared as Belvile in the firs 
part, did not essay a character in the second. The cast was reinforced j 
however, by Mrs. Barry, who took the role of La Nuche. 

The play was received with great applause ; it suffered none the less thi 
fate of most sequels and, being overshadowed by its predecessor, after a fevl 
decades disappeared from the boards. 


DUKE, &c. 

Great Sir, 

I dread to appear in this Humble Dedication to Your Royal Highness, 
as one of those Insolent and Saucy Offenders who take occasion by Your 
absence to commit ill-mannered indecencies, unpardonable to a Prince of 
your Illustrious Birth and God-like Goodness, but that in spight of Seditious 
Scandal You can forgive ; and all the World knows You can suffer with a 
Divine Patience : the proofs You have early and late given of this, have 
been such, as if Heaven design'd 'em only to give the World an undeniable 
Testimony of Your Noble Vertues, Your Loyalty and True Obedience (if I 
may presume to say so,) both to Your Sacred Brother, and the never 
satisfied People, when either one Commanded, or t'other repin'd, With 
how chearful and intire a submission You Obey'd ? And tho the Royal Son 
of a Glorious Father who was render'd unfortunate by the unexemplary 
ingratitude of his worst of Subjects ; and sacrific'd to the insatiate and 
cruel Villany of a seeming sanctifi'd Faction, who cou'd never hope to 
expiate for the unparallell'd sin, but by an intire submission to the Gracious 
Off-spring of this Royal Martyr : yet You, Great Sir, denying Yourself the 
Rights and Priviledges the meanest Subject Claims, with a Fortitude worthy 
Your Adorable Vertues, put Yourself upon a voluntary Exile to appease 
the causeless murmurs of this again gathering Faction, who make their 
needless and self-created fears, an occasion to Play the old Game o're 
again ; whil'st the Politick self-interested and malitious few betray the 
unconsidering Rest, with the delicious sounds of Liberty and Publick Good ; 
that lucky Cant which so few years since so miserably reduc'd all the Noble, 
Brave and Honest, to the Obedience of the ill-gotten Power, and worse- 
acted Greatness of the Rabble ; so that whil'st they most unjustly cry'd 
down the oppression of one of the best of Monarchs, and all Kingly 
Government : all England found itself deplorably inslav'd by the Arbitrary 
Tryanny of many Pageant Kings. Oh that we shou'd so far forget with 
what greatness of mind You then shar'd the common Fate, as now and 
again to force Your Royal Person to new Perils, and new Exiles ; but such 
ingratitude we are punisht with, and You still surfer for, and still forgive it. 

This more than Human Goodness, with the incouragement Your Royal 
Highness was pleas'd to give the Rover at his first appearance, and the con 
cern You were pleas'd to have for his second, makes me presume to lay 
him at Your feet ; he is a wanderer too, distrest ; belov'd, the unfortunate, 
I I 


and ever constant to Loyalty ; were he Legions he should follow and 
suffer still with so Excellent a Prince and Master. Your Infant worth he 
knew, and all Your growing Glories ; has seen you like young Cesar in the 
Field, when yet a Youth, exchanging Death for Laurels, and wondred at a 
Bravery so early, which still made double Conquest, not only by Your 
Sword, but by Your Vertues, which taught even Your Enemies 
so intire an Obedience, that asham'd of their Rebel Gallantry, Some of 

. j t. M.. o j tr >j Oliver's 

they have resign d their guilty Commissions, and Vow d never ~ . 

to Draw Sword more but in the Royal Cause ; which Vow a( . Dunkirk 

Religiously they kept : a noble Example for the busie and 

hot Mutineers of this Age misled by Youth, false Ambition and falser Council. 

How careless since Your Glorious Restauration You have been, of Your 
Life for the service of Your mistaken Country, the whole World knows, 
and all brave men admire. 

Pardon me then, Great Sir, if I presume to present my faithful Soldier, 
(which no Storms of Fate can ever draw from his Obedience) to so great a 
General : allow him, Royal Sir, a shelter and protection, who was driven 
from his Native Country with You, forc'd as You were, to fight for his 
Bread in a Strange Land, and suffer'd with You all the Ills of Poverty, 
War and Banishment ; and still pursues Your Fortunes ; and though he 
cannot serve Your Highness, he may possibly have the Honour of diverting 
You a few moments : which tho Your Highness cannot want in a place 
where all Hearts and Knees are justly bow'd in Adoration, where all con 
spire, as all the Earth (who have the blessing of Your presence) ought to 
entertain, serve and please You ; yet this humble Tribute of a most Zealous 
and Devout Heart, may find amongst Your busier hours of greater moment, 
some one wherein it may have the Glory of Your regard, and be capable in 
some small degree of unbending Your great mind from Royal Cares, the 
weightiest Cares of all ; which if it be so fortunate as to do, I have my end? 
and the Glory I design, a sufficient reward for her who does and will 
eternally pray for the Life, Health and Safety of Your Royal Highness, as 
in Duty all the World is bound to do, but more especially, 
Illustrious Sir, 

Your Highnesses most Humble, 
most Faithful, and 

most Obedient Servant, 




Spoken by Mr. Smith. 

IN vain we labour to reform the Stage, 

Poets have caught too the Disease o'th' Age, 

That Pest, of not being quiet when they're well, "j 

That rest/ess Fever, in the Brethren, Zeal ; 

In publick Spirits called, Good o' th' Commonweal.) 

Some for this Faction cry, others for that, 

The pious Mobile for they know not what : 

So tho by different ways the Fever seize, 

In all 'tis one and the same mad Disease. 

Our Author too, as all new Zealots do, 

Full of Conceit and Contradiction too, 

' 'Cause the first Project took, is now so vain, 

T' attempt to play the old Game o'er again : 

The Scene is only changed ; for who wou'd lay 

A Plot, so hopeful, just the same dull way ? 

Poets, like Statesmen, with a little change, 

Pass off" old Politicks for new and strange ; 

Tho the few Men of Sense decrypt aloud, 

The Cheat will pass with the unthinking Croud : 

The 'Rabble 'tis we court, those powerful things, 

Whose Voices can impose even Laws on Kings. 

A Pox of Sense and Reason, or dull Rules, 

Give us an Audience that declares for Fools ; 

Our Play will stand fair : we've Monsters too, 

Which far exceed your City Pope for Show. 


Almighty Rabble , 'tis to you this Day 
Our humble Author dedicates the Play, 
From those who in our lofty Tire sit, 
Down to the dull Stage-Cullies of the Pit, 
Who have much Money, and but little Wit : 
Whose useful Purses, and whose empty Skulls 
To private Interest make ye Publick Tools , 
To work on Projects which the wiser frame, 
And of fine Men of Business get the Name. 
You who have left caballing here of late, 
Imploy'd in matters of a mightier weight ; 
To you we make our humble Application, 
You'd spare some time from your dear new Vocation, 
Of drinking deep, then settling the Nation, 
To countenance us, whom Commonwealths of old 
Did the most politick Diversion hold. 
Plays were so useful thought to Government, 
That Laws were made for their Establishment ; 
Howe'er in Schools differing Opinions jar, 
Yet all agree /' th* crouded Theatre, 
Which none forsook in any Change or War. 
That, like their Gods, unviolated stood, 
Equally needful to the publick Good. 
Throw then, Great Sirs, some vacant hours away, 
And your Petitioners shall humbly pray, &c. 




Willmore, The Rover, in love with La Nucbe, 
Beaurnond, the English Ambassador's Nephew, in 

love with La Nucbe, contracted to Ariadne, 
Ned Blunt, an English Country Gentleman, 
Nicholas Fetberfool, an English Squire, his Friend, 

Shift, an English \ . , _ - 

V Friends and Officers to 

Lieutenant, I wi, 

_ .' frtllmore, 

Hunt, an Ensign, ) 

Harlequin, Willmorf s Man. 

Abevile, Page to Beaumond. 

Don Carlo, an old Grandee, in love with La Nuche, 

Sancho, Bravo to La Nuche. 

An old Jeiv, Guardian to the two Monsters, 

Porter at the English Ambassador's. 

Rag, Boy to Willmore. 


Mr. Smith. 
Mr. Williams. 

Mr. Underbill. 
Mr. Nokes. 
Mr. Wiltshire. 

Mr. Richards. 

Mr. Norris. 
Mr .' Freeman. 


Ariadne, the English Ambassador's Dauehter-in- ) . 
i . <.!. w 11 \ Mrs. Corror. 

law, in love with triUmore, ) 

Lucia, her Kinswoman, a Girl, Mrs. Norris. 

La Nuche, a Spanish Curtezan, in love with the Rotter, Mrs. Barry. 
Petronella Elenora, her Baud, Mrs. Norris. 

Aurelia, her Woman, Mrs. Crofts. 

A Woman Giant. 
A Dwarf, her Sister. 

Footmen, Servants, Musicians, Operators and Spectators. 

SCENE, Madrid. 

1 1 8 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT i 


SCENE I. A Street. 

Enter Willmore, Blunt, Fetherfool, and Hunt, two 
more in Campain Dresses, Rag the Captain's Boy. 

Will. Stay, this is the English Ambassador's. I'll inquire 
if Beaumond be return'd from Paris. 

Feth. Prithee, dear Captain, no more Delays, unless 
thou thinkest he will invite us to Dinner ; for this fine thin 
sharp Air of Madrid has a most notable Faculty of provok 
ing an Appetite : Prithee let's to the Ordinary. 

Will. I will not stay [Knocks, enter a Porter. 

Friend, is the Ambassador's Nephew, Mr. Beaumond, 
return'd to Madrid yet ? If he be, I would speak with him. 

Port. I'll let him know so much. 

[Goes in, shuts the door. 

Blunt. Why, how now, what's the Door shut upon us? 

Feth. And reason, Ned, 'tis Dinner-time in the Ambas 
sador's Kitchen, and should they let the savoury Steam out, 
what a world of Castilians would there be at the Door 
feeding upon't. Oh there's no living in Spain when the 
Pot's uncover'd. 

Blunt. Nay, 'tis a Nation of the finest clean Teeth 

Feth. Teeth ! Gad an they use their Swords no oftner, 
a Scabbard will last an Age. 

Enter Shift from the House. 

Will. Honest Lieutenant 

Shift. My noble Captain Welcome to Madrid. What 
Mr. Blunt, and my honoured Friend Nicholas Fetherfool Esq. 

Feth. Thy Hand, honest Shift [They embrace him. 

Will. And how, Lieutenant, how stand Affairs in this 
unsanctify'd Town ? How does Love's great Artillery, the 


fair La Nuche, from whose bright Eyes the little wanton 
God throws Darts to wound Mankind ? 

Shift. Faith, she carries all before her still ; undoes hei 
Fellow-traders in Love's Art: and amongst the Number, old 
Carlo de Minolta Segosa pays high for two Nights in a Week. 

Will. Hah Carlo I Death, what a greeting's here! 
Carlo, the happy Man ! a Dog ! a Rascal, gain the bright 
La Nuche! Oh Fortune ! Cursed blind mistaken Fortune ! 
eternal Friend to Fools ! Fortune ! that takes the noble 
Rate from Man, to place it on her Idol Interest. 

Shift. Why Faith, Captain, I should think her Heart 
might stand as fair for you as any, could you be less satirical 
but by this Light, Captain, you return her Raillery alittle 
too roughly. 

Will. Her Raillery ! By this Hand I had rather be 
handsomly abus'd than dully flatter'd; but when she touches 
on my Poverty, my honourable Poverty, she presses me 
too sensibly for nothing is so nice as Poverty But damn 
her, I'll think of her no more : for she's a Devil, tho her 
Form be Angel. Is Beaumond come from Paris yet ? 

Shift. He is, I came with him ; he's impatient of your 
Return : I'll let him know you're here. [Exit. Shift. 

Feth. Why, what a Pox ails the Captain o'th' sudden ? 
He looks as sullenly as a routed General, or a Lover after 
hard Service. 

Blunt. Oh something the Lieutenant has told him 
ibout a Wench ; and when Cupid's in his Breeches, the 
)evil's ever in's Head how now What a pox is the 
latter with you, you look so scurvily now ? What, is the 
Jentlewoman otherwise provided ? has she cashier'd ye for 

ant of Pay ? or what other dire Mischance ? hah 

Will. Do not trouble me 

Blunt. Adsheartlikins, but I will, and beat thee too, but 
['11 know the Cause. I heard Shift tell thee something 
ibout La Nuche, a Damsel I have often heard thee Fool 
enough to sigh for. 


Will, Confound the mercenary Jilt ! 

Blunt. Nay, adsheartlikins they are all so ; tho I thought 
you had been Whore-proof; 'tis enough for us Fools, 
Country Gentlemen, Esquires, and Cullies, to miscarry in 
their amorous Adventures, you Men of Wit weather all 
Storms you. 

WilL Oh, Sir, you're become a new Man, wise and 
wary, and can no more be cozen'd. 

Blunt. Not by Woman-kind ; and for Man I think my 
Sword will secure me. Pox, I thought a two Months absence 
and a Siege would have put such Trifles out of thy Head: 
You do not use to be such a Miracle of Constancy. 

Will. That Absence makes me think of her so much ; 
and all the Passions thou find'st about me are to the Sex 
alone. Give me a Woman, 2VW, a fine young amorous 
Wanton, who would allay this Fire that makes me rave 
thus, and thou shouldst find me no longer particular, but 
cold as Winter-Nights to this La Nucbe : Yet since I lost 
my little charming Gipsey, nothing has gone so near my 
Heart as this. 

Blunt. Ay, there was a Girl, the only she thing that 
could reconcile me to the Petticoats again after my Naples 
Adventure, when the Quean rob'd and stript me. 

Will. Oh name not Hellenal She was a Saint to be 
ador'd on Holy-days. 

Enter Beaumond. 

Beau. Willmore! my careless wild inconstant how 
is't, my lucky Rover? [embracing. 

Will. My Life ! my Soul ! how glad am I to find thee 
in my Arms again and well When left you Paris? 
Ptfm,that City of Pottage and Crab-Wine, swarming with 
Lacquies and Philies, whose Government is carried on by 
most Hands, not most Voices And prithee how does 
Belvile and his Lady ? 

Beau. I left 'em both in Health at St. Germains. 


Will. Faith, I have wisht my self with ye at the old 
Temple of Bacchus at St. Clou, to sacrifice a Bottle and a 
Damsel to his Deity. 

Beau. My constant Place of Worship whilst there, tho 
for want of new Saints my Zeal grew something cold, 
which I was ever fain to supply with a Bottle, the old 
Remedy when Phyllis is sullen and absent. 

Will. Now thou talk'st of Phillis^ prithee, dear Harry, 
what Women hast in store ? 

Beau. I'll tell thee ; but first inform me whom these 
two Sparks are. 

Will. Egad, and so they are, Child : Salute 'em They 
are my Friends True Blades, Hal. highly guilty of the 
royal Crime, poor and brave, loyal Fugitives. 

Beau. I love and honour 'em, Sir, as such 

[Bowing to Blunt. 

Blunt. Sir, there's neither Love nor Honour lost. 

Feth. Sir, I scorn to be behind-hand in Civilities. 

Beau. At first sight I find I am much yours, Sir. 

[To Feth. 

Feth. Sir, I love and honour any Man that's a Friend 
:o Captain Willmore and therefore I am yours 

Enter Shift. 

Well, honest Lieutenant, how does thy Body ? When 
ihall Ned, and thou and I, crack a Bisket o'er a Glass of 
Wine, have a Slice of Treason and settle the Nation, hah? 

Shift. You know, Squire, I am devotedly yours. 

[They talk aside. 

Beau. Prithee who are these ? 

Will. Why, the first you saluted is the same Ned Blunt 
r ou have often heard Belvile and I speak of: the other is 
. Rarity of another Nature, one Squire Fetherfool of Croydon^ 
' . tame Justice of Peace, who liv'd as innocently as Ale and 
"ood could keep him, till for a mistaken Kindness to one 
if the Royal Party, he lost his Commission, and got the 

122 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT i 

Reputation of a Sufferer : He's rich, but covetous as an 

Beau. What a Pox do'st keep 'em Company for, who 
have neither Wit enough to divert thee, nor Good-nature 
enough to serve thee ? 

Will. Faith, Harry, 'tis true, and if there were no more 
Charity than Profit in't, a Man would sooner keep a Cough 
o'th' Lungs than be troubled with 'em : but the Rascals 
have a blind side as all conceited Coxcombs have, which 
when I've nothing else to do, I shall expose to advance 
our Mirth ; the Rogues must be cozen'd, because they're 
so positive they never can be so : but I am now for softer 
Joys, for Woman, for Woman in abundance dear Hal. 
inform me where I may safely unlade my Heart. 

Beau. The same Man still, wild and wanton ! 

Will. And would not change to be the Catholick King. 

Beau. I perceive Marriage has not tam'd you, nor a 
Wife who had all the Charms of her Sex. 

Will. Ay she was too good for Mortals. 

\With a sham Sadness. 

Beh. I think thou hadst her but a Month, prithee how 
dy'd she ? 

Will. Faith, e'en with a fit of Kindness, poor Soul she 
would to Sea with me, and in a Storm far from Land, 
she gave up the Ghost 'twas a Loss, but I must bear it 
with a Christian Fortitude. 

Beau. Short Happinesses vanish like to Dreams. 

Will. Ay faith, and nothing remains with me but the 
sad Remembrance not so much as the least Part of her 
hundred thousand Crowns ; Brussels that inchanted Court 
has eas'd me of that Grief, where our Heroes act Tantalus 
better than ever Ovid describ'd him, condemn'd daily to 
see an Apparition of Meat, Food in Vision only. Faith, 
I had Bowels, was good-natur'd, and lent upon the publick 
Faith as far as 'twill go But come, let's leave this mortify 
ing Discourse, and tell me how the price of Pleasure goes. 


Beau. At the old Rates still ; he that gives most is 
happiest, some few there are for Love! 

Will. Ah, one of the last, dear Beaumond ; and if a 
1 Heart or Sword can purchase her, I'll bid as fair as the best. 
iDamn it, I hate a Whore that asks me Mony. 

Beau. Yet I have known thee venture all thy Stock for 
a new Woman. 

Will. Ay, such a Fool I was in my dull Days of Con 
stancy, but I am now for Change, (and should I pay as 
joften, 'twould undo me) for Change, my Dear, of Place, 
Clothes, Wine, and Women. Variety is the Soul of Pleasure, 
h Good unknown ; and we want Faith to find it. 

Beau. Thou wouldst renounce that fond Opinion, Will- 
Vnore, didst thou see a Beauty here in Town, whose Charms 
nave Power to fix inconstant Nature or Fortune were she 
I lettering on her Wheel. 

Will. Her Name, my Dear, her Name ? 

Beau. I would not breathe it even in my Complaints, 
ij est amorous Winds should bear it o'er the World, and 
| pake Mankind her Slaves; 
put that it is a Name too cheaply known, 
\nd she that owns it may be as cheaply purchas'd. 

Will. Hah ! cheaply purchas'd too ! I languish for her. 

Beau. Ay, there's the Devil on't, she is a Whore. 

Will. Ah, what a charming Sound that mighty Word 
i; >ears ! 

Beau. Damn her, she'll be thine or any body's. 

Will. I die for her 

Beau. Then for her Qualities 

Will. No more ye Gods, I ask no more, 
|3e she but fair and much a Whore Come let's to her. 

Beau. Perhaps to morrow you may see this Woman. 

Will. Death, 'tis an Age. 

Feth. Oh, Captain, the strangest News, Captain. 

Will. Prithee what ? 

Feth. Why, Lieutenant Shift here tells us of two 

124 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT i 

Monsters arriv'd from Mexico, Jews of vast Fortunes, with 
an old Jew Uncle their Guardian; they are worth a hundred 
thousand Pounds a piece Marcy upon's, why, 'tis a Sum 
able to purchase all Flanders again from his most Christian 

Will. Ha, ha, ha, Monsters ! 

Beau. He tells you Truth, Willmore. 

Blunt. But hark ye, Lieutenant, are you sure they are 
not married ? 

Beau. Who the Devil would venture on such formidable 
Ladies ? 

Feth. How, venture on 'em ! by the Lord Harry, and 
that would I, tho I'm a Justice of the Peace, and they be 
Jews, (which to a Christian is a thousand Reasons.) 

Blunt. Is the Devil in you to declare our Designs ? [Aside. 

Feth. Mum, as close as a Jesuit. 

Beau. I admire your Courage, Sir, but one of them is 
so little, and so deform'd, 'tis thought she is not capable of 
Marriage ; and the other is so huge an overgrown Giant, 
no Man dares venture on her. 

Will. Prithee let's go see 'em ; what do they pay for 
going in ? 

Feth. Pay I'd have you to know they are Monsters of 

Shift. And not to be seen but by particular Favour of 
their Guardian, whom I am got acquainted with, from 
the Friendship I have with the Merchant where they lay. 
The Giant, Sir, is in love with me, the Dwarf with Ensign 
Hunt, and as we manage Matters we may prove lucky. 

Beau. And didst thou see the Show ? the Elephant and 
the Mouse. 

Shift. Yes, and pleased them wondrously with News I 
brought 'em of a famous Mountebank who is coming to 
Madrid, here are his Bills who amongst other his mar 
vellous Cures, pretends to restore Mistakes in Nature, to 
new-mould a Face and Body tho never so misshapen, to 


;:xact Proportion and Beauty. This News has made me 
gracious to the Ladies, and I am to bring 'em word of the 
j^rrival of this famous Empirick, and to negotiate the 
Business of their Reformation. 

Will. And do they think to be restor'd to moderate sizes ? 
Shift. Much pleas'd with the Hope, and are resolv'd to 
Iry at any Rate. 

Feth. Mum, Lieutenant not too much of their Trans 
formation ; we shall have the Captain put in for a Share, 
laid the Devil would not have him his Rival : Ned and I 
I re resolv'd to venture a Cast for 'em as they are Hah, Ned. 

[Will, and Beau, read the Bill. 

Blunt. Yes, if there were any Hopes of your keeping a 

Feth. Nay, nay, AW, the World knows I am a plaguy 
I'ellow at your Secrets ; that, and my Share of the Charge 
liall be my Part, for Shift says the Guardian must be brib'd 
Isr Consent : Now the other Moiety of the Mony and the 
Ipeeches shall be thy part, for thou hast a pretty Knack 
Inat way. Now Shift shall bring Matters neatly about, and 
1'e'll pay him by the Day, or in gross, when we are married 
-hah, Shift. 
\ Shift. Sir, I shall be reasonable. 

Will. I am sure Fetherfool and Blunt have some wise 

ijhesign upon these two Monsters it must be so and this 

i ill has put an extravagant Thought into my Head hark 

3, Shift. [Whispers to him. 

: Blunt. The Devil's in't if this will not redeem my Re- 

lutation with the Captain, and give him to understand that 

1 1 the Wit does not lie in the Family of the Willmores^ but 

j lat this Noddle of mine can be fruitful too upon Occasion. 

' Feth. Ay, and Lord, how we'll domineer, Ned^ hah 

'er Willmore and the rest of the Renegado Officers, when 

' e have married these Lady Monsters, hah, Ned. 

Blunt. Then to return back to Essex worth a Million. 

Feth. And I to Cray den 

126 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT i 

Blunt. Lolling in Coach and Six 

Feth. Be dub'd Right Worshipful 

Blunt. And stand for Knight of the Shire. 

Will. Enough I must have my Share of this Jest, and 
for divers and sundry Reasons thereunto belonging, must 
be this very Mountebank expected. 

Shift. Faith, Sir, and that were no hard matter, for a 
day or two the Town will believe it, the same they look 
for : and the Bank, Operators and Musick are all ready. 

Will. Well enough, add but a Harlequin and Scaramouch, 
and I shall mount in querpo. 

Shift. Take no care for that, Sir, your Man, and Ensign 
Hunt, are excellent at those two ; I saw 'em act 'em the 
other day to a Wonder, they'll be glad of the Employ 
ment, my self will be an Operator. 

Will. No more, get 'em ready, and give it out, the Man 
of Art's arriv'd : Be diligent and secret, for these two 
politick Asses must be cozen'd. 

Shift. I will about the Business instantly. [Ex. Shift. 

Beau. This Fellow will do Feats if he keeps his Word. 

Will. I'll give you mine he shall But, dear Beaumond, 
where shall we meet anon ? 

Beau. I thank ye for that 'Gad, ye shall dine with me. 

Feth. A good Motion 

Will. I beg your Pardon now, dear Beaumond I having 
lately nothing else to do, took a Command of Horse from 
the General at the last Siege, from which I am just arriv'd, 
and my Baggage is behind, which I must take order for. 

Feth. Pox on't now there's a Dinner lost, 'twas ever an 
unlucky Rascal. 

Beau. To tempt thee more, thou shalt see my Wife that 
is to be. 

Will. Pox on't, I am the leudest Company in Christen 
dom with your honest Women but What, art thou tc 
be noos'd then ? 

Beau. 'Tis so design 'd by my Uncle, if an old Grandee 


jny Rival prevent it not ; the Wench is very pretty, young, 
jind rich, and lives in the same House with me, for 'tis my 
Runt's Daughter. 

Will. Much good may it d'ye, Harry, I pity you, but 'tis 
j he common Grievance of you happy Men of Fortune. 
[Goes towards the House-door with Beau. 

Enter La Nuche, Aurelia, Petronella, Sancho, Women 
veiTd a little. 

Aur. Heavens, Madam, is not that the English Captain ? 

\ Looking on Will. 

j La Nu. 'Tis, and with him Don Henrick the Ambas- 
lidor's Nephew how my Heart pants and heaves at sight 
If him ! some Fire of the old Flames remaining, which I 
liust strive to extinguish. For I'll not bate a Ducat of this 
I'rice I've set upon my self, for all the Pleasures Youth or 
love can bring me for see Aurelia the sad Memento 
If a decay 'd poor old forsaken Whore in Petronella ; con- 
i der her, and then commend my Prudence. 
Will. Hah, Women ! 

Feth. Egad, and fine ones too, I'll tell you that. 
Will. No matter, Kindness is better Sauce to Woman 
(pan Beauty ! By this Hand she looks at me Why dost 
Ml old me? [Feth. holds him. 

j Feth. Why, what a Devil, art mad ? 
| Will. Raging,asvigorous Youth kept long from Beauty ; 
' ild for the charming Sex, eager for Woman, I long to 
ve a Loose to Love and Pleasure. 

; Blunt. These are not Women, Sir, for you to ruffle 
Will. Have a care of your Persons of Quality, Ned. 

[Goes to La Nuche. 

-Those lovely Eyes were never made to throw their 
arts in vain. 

La Nu. The" Conquest would be hardly worth the Pain. 

Will. Hah, La Nuche! with what a proud Disdain she 

ing away stay, I will not part so with you [Holds her. 

128 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT i 

Enter Ariadne and Lucia with Footmen. 

Aria. Who are these before us, Lucia ? 

Luc. I know not, Madam ; but if you make not haste 
home, you'll be troubled with Carlo your importunate 
Lover, who is just behind us. 

Aria. Hang me, a lovely Man ! what Lady's that ? stay. 

Pet. What Insolence is this! This Villain will spoil all 

Feth. Why, Captain, are you quite distracted ? dost 
know where thou art? Prithee be civil 

Will. Go, proud and cruel ! [Turns her from him. 

Enter Carlo, and two or three Spanish Servants following : 

Petronella goes to him. 

Car. Hah, affronted by a drunken Islander, a saucy 
Tramontane ! Draw [ To his Servants whilst he 

takes La Nuche. 

whilst I lead her off fear not, Lady, you have the Honour 
of my Sword to guard ye. 

Will. Hah, Carlo ye lye it cannot guard the boasting 
Fool that wears it be gone and look not back upon this 
Woman. [Snatches her from him'] One single Glance 
destroys thee 

[They draw and fight ; Carlo getting hindmost of his 
Spaniards, the English beat 'em off: The Ladies 
run away, all but Ariadne and Lucia. 
Luc. Heav'ns, Madam, why do ye stay? 
Aria. To pray for that dear Stranger And see, my 
Prayers are heard, and he's return'd in safety this Door 
shall shelter me to o'er-hear the Quarrel. [Steps aside. 
Enter Will. Blunt, Feth. looking big, and putting 

up his Sword. 

Feth. The noble Captain be affronted by a starch'd R 
and Beard, a Coward in querpo, a walking Bunch of Gar- 
lick, a pickl'd Pilchard ! abuse the noble Captain, and bear 
it off in State, like a Christmas Sweet-heart ; these thin 
must not be whilst Nicholas Fetherfool wears a Sword. 


Blunt. Pox o' these Women, I thought no good would 
come on't : besides, where's the Jest in affronting honest 
Women, if there be such a thing in the Nation ? 

Feth. Hang't, 'twas the Devil and all 

Will. Ha, ha, ha ! Why, good honest homespun Country 
Gentlemen, who do you think those were? 

Feth. Were ! why, Ladies of Quality going to their 
Devotion ; who should they be ? 

Blunt. Why, faith, and so I thought too. 

Will. Why, that very one Woman I spoke to is ten 
Whores in Surrey. 

Feth. Prithee speak softly, Man : 'Slife, we shall be 
poniarded for keeping thee company. 

Will. Wise Mr. Justice, give me your Warrant, and if 
I do not prove 'em Whores, whip me. 

Feth. Prithee hold thy scandalous blasphemous Tongue, 
as if I did not know Whores from Persons of Quality. 

Will. Will you believe me when you lie with her ? for 
thou'rt a rich Ass, and may'st do it. 

Feth. Whores ha, ha 

Will. 'Tis strange Logick now, because your Band is 
better that mine, I must not know a Whore better than you. 

Blunt. If this be a Whore, as thou say'st, I understand 
nothing by this Light such a Wench would pass for a 
Person of Quality in London. 

Feth. Few Ladies have I seen at a Sheriff's Feast have 
better Faces, or worn so good Clothes ; and by the Lord 
Harry , if these be of the gentle Craft, I'd not give a Real 
for an honest Women for my use. 

Will. Come follow me into the Church, for thither I 
am sure they're gone : And I will let you see what a 
wretched thing you had been had you lived seven Years 
longer in Surrey, stew'd in Ale and Beef-broth. 

Feth. O dear Willmore, name not those savory things, 
there's no jesting with my Stomach ; it sleeps now, but if 
it wakes, wo be to your Shares at the Ordinary. 

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130 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT i 

Blunt. I'll say that for Fetherfool, if his Heart were but 
half so good as his Stomach, he were a brave Fellow. 

[Aside, Exeunt. 

Aria. I am resolv'd to follow and learn, if possible, 
who 'tis has made this sudden Conquest o'er me. 

[A II go off. 

[Scene draws, and discovers a Church, a great many People 
at Devotion, soft Mustek playing. Enter La Nuche, 
Aurelia, Petron. and Sancho : To them Willmore, Feth. 
Blunt ; then Ariadne, Lucia ; Feth. bows to La Nuche 
and Petronella. 

Feth. Now as I hope to be sav'd, Blunt, she's a most 
melodious Lady. Would I were worthy to purchase a Sin 
or so with her. Would not such a Beauty reconcile thy 
Quarrel to the Sex ? 

Blunt. No, were she an Angel in that Shape. 

Feth. Why, what a pox couldst not lie with her if she'd 
let thee ? By the Lord Harry, as errant a Dog as I am, 
I'd fain see any of Cupid's Cook-maids put me out of 
countenance with such a Shoulder of Mutton. 

Aria. See how he gazes on her Lucia, go nearer, and 
o'er-hear 'em. [Lucia listens. 

Will. Death, how the charming Hypocrite looks to day, 
with such a soft Devotion in her Eyes, as if even now she 
were praising Heav'n for all the Advantages it has blest 
her with. 

Blunt. Look how Willmore eyes her, the Rogue's smitten 
heart deep Whores 

Feth. Only a Trick to keep her to himself he thought 
the Name of a Spanish Harlot would fright us from attempt 
ing I must divert him how is' t, Captain Prithee mind 
this Musick Is it not most Seraphical? 

Will. Pox, let the Fidlers mind and tune their Pipes, 
I've higher Pleasures now. 

Feth. Oh, have ye so ; what, with Whores, Captain ? 
'Tis a most delicious Gentlewoman. [Aside. 


Pet. Pray, Madam, mind that Cavalier, who takes such 
pains to recommend himself to you. 

La Nu. Yes, for a fine conceited Fool 

Pet. Catso, a Fool, what else? 

La Nu. Right, they are our noblest Chapmen ; a Fool, 
and a rich Fool, and an English rich Fool 

Feth. 'Sbud, she eyes me, Ned, I'll set my self in order, 
it may take hah [Sets himself. 

Pet. Let me alone to manage him, I'll to him 

La Nu. Or to the Devil, so I had one Minute's time 
to speak to Willmore. 

Pet. And accosting him thus tell him 

La Nu. [in a hasty ToneJ\ I am desperately in love with 
him, and am Daughter, Wife, or Mistress to some Grandee 
bemoan the Condition of Women of Quality in Spain, 
who by too much Constraint are oblig'd to speak first but 
were we blest like other Nations where Men and Women 
meet [Speaking so fast, she offering to put In her word, is 
still prevented by toother's running on. 

Pet. What Herds of Cuckolds would Spain breed 
'Slife, I could find in my Heart to forswear your Service : 
Have I taught ye your Trade, to become my Instructor, 
how to cozen a dull phlegmatick greasy-brain'd English 
man ? go and expect your Wishes. 

Will. So, she has sent her Matron to our Coxcomb ; 
she saw he was a Cully fit for Game who would not be 
a Rascal to be rich, a Dog, an Ass, a beaten, harden'd 
Coward by Heaven, I will possess this gay Insensible, to 
make me hate her most extremely curse her See if she 
be not fallen to Pray'r again, from thence to Flattery, Jilting 
and Purse-taking, to make the Proverb good My fair false 
Sybil, what Inspirations are you waiting for from Heaven, 
new Arts to cheat Mankind ! Tell me, with what Face 
canst thou be devout, or ask any thing from thence, who 
hast made so leud a use of what it has already lavish'd on thee ? 

La Nu. Oh my careless Rover ! I perceive all your hot 

132 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT i 

Shot is not yet spent in Battel, you have a Volley in reserve 
for me still Faith, Officer, the Town has wanted Mirth 
in your Absence. 

Will. And so might all the wiser part for thee, who hast 
no Mirth, no Gaiety about thee, and when thou wouldst 
design some Coxcomb's ruin ; to all the rest, a Soul thou 
hast so dull, that neither Love nor Mirth, nor Wit or Wine 
can wake it to good Nature thou'rt one who lazily work'st 
in thy Trade, and sell'st for ready Mony so much Kind 
ness ; a tame cold Sufferer only, and no more. 

La Nu. What, you would have a Mistress like a Squirrel 
in a Cage, always in Action one who is as free of her 
Favours as I am sparing of mine Well, Captain, I have 
known the time when La Nuche was such a Wit, such 
a Humour, such a Shape, and such a Voice, (tho to say 
Truth I sing but scurvily) 'twas Comedy to see and 
hear me. 

Will. Why, yes Faith for once thou wert, and for once 
mayst be again, till thou know'st thy Man, and knowest 
him to be poor. At first you lik'd me too, you saw me gay, 
no marks of Poverty dwelt in my Face or Dress, and then 
I was the dearest loveliest Man all this was to my out 
side ; Death, you made love to my Breeches, caress'd my 
Garniture and Feather, an English Fool of Quality you 
thought me 'Sheart, I have known a Woman doat on 
Quality, tho he has stunk thro all his Perfumes; one who 
never went all to Bed to her, but left his Teeth, an Eye, 
false Back and Breast, sometimes his Palate too upon her 
Toilet, whilst her fair Arms hug'd the dismember'd Carcase, 
and swore him all Perfection, because of Quality. 

La Nu. But he was rich, good Captain, was he not? 

Will. Oh most damnably, and a confounded Blockhead, 
two certain Remedies against your Pride and Scorn. 

La Nu. Have you done, Sir ? 

Will. With thee and all thy Sex, of which I've try'd 
an hundred, and found none true or honest. 


La Nu. Oh, I doubt not the number : for you are one of 
those healthy-stomacht Lovers, that can digest a Mistress 
in a Night, and hunger again next Morning : a Pox of 
your whining consumptive Constitution, who are only 
constant for want of Appetite : you have a swinging 
Stomach to Variety, and Want having set an edge upon 
your Invention, (with which you cut thro all Difficulties) 
you grow more impudent by Success. 

Will. I am not always scorn'd then. 

La Nu. I have known you as confidently put your Hands 
into your Pockets for Money in a Morning, as if the Devil 
had been your Banker, when you knew you put 'em off 
at Night as empty as your Gloves. 

Will. And it may be found Money there too. 

La Nu. Then with this Poverty so proud you are, you 
will not give the Wall to the Catholick King, unless his 
Picture hung upon't. No Servants, no Money, no Meat, 
always on foot, and yet undaunted still. 

Will. Allow me that, Child. 

La Nu. I wonder what the Devil makes you so termagant 
on our Sex, 'tis not your high feeding, for your Grandees 
only dine, and that but when Fortune pleases For your 
parts, who are the poor dependent, brown Bread and old 
Adam's Ale is only current amongst ye ; yet if little Eve 
walk in the Garden, the starv'd lean Rogues neigh after 
her, as if they were in Paradise. 

Will. Still true to Love you see 

La Nu. I heard an English Capuchin swear, that if the 
King's Followers could be brought to pray as well as fast, 
there would be more Saints among 'em than the Church 
has ever canoniz'd. 

Will. All this with Pride I own, since 'tis a royal Cause 
I suffer for ; go pursue your Business your own way, insnare 
the Fool I saw the Toils you set, and how that Face 
was ordered for the Conquest, your Eyes brimful of dying 
lying Love ; and now and then a wishing Glance or Sigh 

134 THE ROVER (PART n) : OR, [ACT i, sc. i 

thrown as by chance ; which when the happy Coxcomb 
caught you feign'd a Blush, as angry and asham'd of the 
Discovery : and all this Cunning's for a little mercenary 
Gain fine Clothes, perhaps some Jewels too, whilst all 
the Finery cannot hide the Whore ! 

La Nu. There's your eternal Quarrel to our Sex, 'twere 
a fine Trade indeed to keep a Shop and give your Ware 
for Love : would it turn to account think ye, Captain, to 
trick and dress, to receive all wou'd enter ? faith, Captain, 
try the Trade. 

Pet. What in Discourse with this Railer ! come away; 
Poverty's catching. [Returns from Discourse with Feth. 

speaks to San. 

Will. So is the Pox, good Matron, of which you can 
afford good Penniworths. 

La Nu. He charms me even with his angry Looks, and 
will undo me yet. 

Pet. Let's leave this Place, I'll tell you my Success as 
we go. 

[Ex. all, some one way, some another, the Forepart of the 
Church shuts over, except Will. Blunt, Aria, and Lucia. 

Will. She's gone, and all the Plagues of Pride go with her. 

Blunt. Heartlikins, follow her Pox on't, an I'd but as 
good a Hand at this Game as thou hast, I'll venture upon 
any Chance 

Will. Damn her, come, let's to Dinner. Where's 

Blunt. Follow'd a good Woodman, who gave him the 
Sign : he'll lodge the Deer e'er night. 

Will. Follow'd her he durst not, the Fool wants 
Confidence enough to look on her. 

Blunt. Oh you know not how a Country Justice may 
be improved by Travel ; the Rogue was hedg'd in at home 
with the Fear of his Neighbours and the Penal Statutes, 
now he's broke loose, he runs neighing like a Stone-Horse 
upon the Common. 


Will. However, I'll not believe this let's follow 'em. 

[Ex. Will, and Blunt. 

Aria. He is in love, but with a Courtezan some Com 
fort that. 

We'll after him 'Tis a faint-hearted Lover, 
Who for the first Discouragement gives over. 

[Ex. Ariadne and Lucia. 


SCENE I. The Street. 

Enter Fetherfool and Sancho, passing over the Stage ; after 
them Willmore and>\\\\\\., followed by Ariadne and Lucia. 

Will. 'Tis so, by Heaven, he's chaffering with her 
Pimp. I'll spare my Curses on him for having her, he 
has a Plague beyond 'em. 

Harkye, I'll never love, nor lie with Women more, 
those Slaves to Lust, to Vanity and Interest. 

Blunt. Ha, Captain ! \_Shaking his Head and smiling. 

Will. Come, let's go drink Damnation to 'em all. 

Blunt. Not all, good Captain. 

Will. All, for I hate 'em all 

Aria. Heavens ! if he should indeed ! [Aside. 

Blunt. But, Robert, I have found you most inclined to 
a Damsel when you had a Bottle in your Head. 

Will. Give me thy Hand, Ned Curse me, despise me, 
point me out for Cowardice if e'er thou see'st me court 
a Woman more : Nay, when thou knowest I ask any of 
the Sex a civil Question again a Plague upon 'em, how 
they've handled me come, let's go drink, I say Con 
fusion to the Race A Woman ! no, I will be burnt 
with my own Fire to Cinders e'er any of the Brood shall 
lay my Flame 

Aria. He cannot be so wicked to keep this Resolution 
sure [She passes by. 

136 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT n 

Faith, I must be resolv'd you've made a pious Resolution, 
Sir, had you the Grace to keep it 

[Passing on be pauses, and looks on her. 

Will. Hum What's that ? 

Blunt. That O nothing but a Woman come 

Will. A Woman ! Damn her, what Mischief made her 
cross my way just on the Point of Reformation ! 

Blunt. I find the Devil will not lose so hopeful a Sinner. 
Hold, hold, Captain, have you no Regard to your own 
Soul '. 'dsheartlikins, 'tis a Woman, a very errant Woman. 

Aria. Your Friend informs you right, Sir, I am a Woman. 

Will. Ay, Child, or I were a lost Man therefore, dear 
lovely Creature 

Aria. How can you tell, Sir? 

Will. Oh, I have naturally a large Faith, Child, and 
thou'st a promising Form, a tempting Motion, clean Limbs, 
well drest, and a most damnable inviting Air. 

Aria. I am not to be sold, nor fond of Praise I merit not. 

Will. How, not to be sold too ! By this light, Child, thou 
speakest like a Cherubim, I have not heard so obliging a 
Sound from the Mouth of Woman-kind this many a Day 
I find we must be better acquainted, my Dear. 

Aria. Your Reason, good familiar Sir, I see no such 

Will. Child, you are mistaken, I am in great Necessity ; 
for first I love thee desperately have I not damn'd my 
Soul already for thee, and wouldst thou be so wicked to 
refuse a little Consolation to my Body ? Then secondly, I see 
thou art frank and good-natur'd, and wilt do Reason gratis. 

Aria. How prove ye that, good Mr. Philospher? 

Will. Thou say'st thou'rt not to be sold, and I'm sure 
thou 'rt to be had that lovely Body of so divine a Form, 
those soft smooth Arms and Hands, were made t'embrace 
as well as be embrac'd ; that delicate white rising Bosom 
to be prest, and all thy other Charms to be enjoy 'd. 


Aria. By one that can esteem 'em to their worth, can 
set a Value and a Rate upon 'em. 

Will. Name not those Words, they grate my Ears like 
Jointure, that dull conjugal Cant that frights the generous 
Lover. Rate Death, let the old Dotards talk of Rates, 
and pay it t'atone for the Defects of Impotence. Let the 
sly Statesman, who jilts the Commonwealth with his grave 
Politicks, pay for the Sin, that he may doat in secret ; let 
the brisk Fool inch out his scanted Sense with a large Purse 
more eloquent than he : But tell not me of Rates, who 
bring a Heart, Youth, Vigor, and a Tongue to sing the 
Praise of every single Pleasure thou shalt give me. 

Aria. Then if I should be kind, I perceive you would 
not keep the Secret. 

Will. Secrecy is a damn'd ungrateful Sin, Child, known 
only where Religion and Small-beer are current, despis'd 
where Apollo and the Vine bless the Country : you find 
none of Jove's Mistresses hid in Roots and Plants, but fixt 
Stars in Heaven for all to gaze and wonder at and tho I 
am no God, my Dear, I'll do a Mortal's Part, and gener 
ously tell the admiring World what hidden Charms thou 
hast : Come, lead me to some Place of Happiness 

Blunt. Prithee, honest Damsel, be not so full of Ques 
tions ; will a Pistole or two do thee any hurt? 

Luc. None at all, Sir 

Blunt. Thou speak'st like a hearty Wench and I be 
lieve hast not been one of Venus' Hand-maids so long, but 
thou understand thy Trade In short, fair Damsel, this 
honest Fellow here who is so termagant upon thy Lady, 
is my Friend, my particular Friend, and therefore I would 
have him handsomly, and well-favour'dly abus'd you 
conceive me. 

Luc. Truly, Sir, a friendly Request but in what Nature 
abus'd ? 

Blunt. Nature ! why any of your Tricks would serve 
but if he could be conveniently strip'd and beaten, or 

138 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT n 

tost in a Blanket, or any such trivial Business, thou wouldst 
do me a singular Kindness; as for Robbery he defies the 
Devil : an empty Pocket is an Antidote against that 111. 

Luc. Your Money, Sir : and if he be not cozen'd, say 
a Spanish Woman has neither Wit nor Invention upon 

Blunt. Sheartlikins, how I shall love and honour thee 
for't here's earnest [ Talks to her with Joy and Grimace. 

Aria. But who was that you entertain'd at Church but 

Will. Faith, one, who for her Beauty merits that glorious 
Title she wears, it was a Whore, Child. 

Aria. That's but a scurvy Name ; yet, if I'm not mis 
taken, in those false Eyes of yours, they look with longing 
Love upon that Whore, Child. 

Will. Thou are i'th' right, and by this hand, my Soul 
was full as wishing as my Eyes : but a Pox on't, you Women 
have all a certain Jargon, or Gibberish, peculiar to your 
selves; of Value, Rate, Present, Interest, Settlement, Ad 
vantage, Price, Maintenance, and the Devil and all of 
Fopperies, which in plain Terms signify ready Money, 
by way of Fine before Entrance ; so that an honest well- 
meaning Merchant of Love finds no Credit amongst ye, 
without his Bill of Lading. 


Aria. We are not all so cruel but the Devil on't is, 
your good-natur'd Heart is likely accompanied with an ill 
Face and worse Wit. 

Will. Faith, Child, a ready Dish when a Man's Stomach 
is up, is better than a tedious Feast. I never saw any Man 
yet cut my piece ; some are for Beauty, some are for Wit, 
and some 'for the Secret, but I for all, so it be in a kind 
Girl : and for Wit in Woman, so she say pretty fond things, 
we understand ; tho true or false, no matter. 

Aria. Give the Devil his due, you are a very conscien 
tious Lover : I love a Man that scorns to impose dull Truth 
and Constancy on a Mistress. 


Will. Constancy, that current Coin with Fools ! No, 
Child, Heaven keep that Curse from our Doors. 

Aria. Hang it, it loses Time and Profit, new Lovers 
have new Vows and new Presents, whilst the old feed upon 
a dull repetition of what they did when they were Lovers ; 
'tis like eating the cold Meat ones self, after having given 
a Friend a Feast. 

Will. Yes, that's the thrifty Food for the Family when 
the Guests are gone. Faith, Child, thou hast made a neat 
and a hearty Speech : But prithee, my Dear, for the future, 
leave out that same Profit and Present, for I have a natural 
Aversion to hard words ; and for matter of quick Dispatch 
in the Business give me thy Hand, Child let us but start 
fair, and if thou outstripst me, thou'rt a nimble Racer. 

[Lucia sees Shift. 

Luc. Oh, Madam, let's be gone : yonder's Lieutenant 
Shifty who, if he sees us, will certainly give an Account of 
it to Mr. Beaumond. Let's get in thro the Garden, I have 
the Key. 

Aria. Here's Company coming, and for several reasons 
I would not be seen. [Offers to go. 

Will. Gad, Child, nor I ; Reputation is tender there 
fore prithee let's retire. [Offers to go with her. 

Aria. You must not stir a step. 

Will. Notstir ! no Magick Circle can detain meifyou go. 

Aria. Follow me then at a distance, and observe where 
j I enter ; and at night (if your Passion lasts so long) return, 
and you shall find Admittance into the Garden. 

[Speaking hastily. 
[He runs out after her. 
Enter Shift. 

Shift. Well, Sir, the Mountebank's come, and just going 
to begin in the Piazza ; I have order'd Matters, that you 
shall have a Sight of the Monsters, and leave to court 'em, 
and when won, to give the Guardian a fourth part of the 

140 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT n 

Blunt. Good: But Mum here's the Captain, who must 
by no means know our good Fortune, till he see us in State. 

Enter Willmore, Shift goes to him. 

Shift. All things are ready, Sir, for our Design, the House 
prepar'd as you directed me, the Guardian wrought upon 
by the Persuasions of the two Monsters, to take a Lodging . 
there, and try the Bath of Reformation : The Bank's pre 
paring, and the Operators and Musick all ready, and the 
impatient Town flockt together to behold the Man of 
Wonders, and nothing wanting but your Donship and a 
proper Speech. 

Will. 'Tis well, I'll go fit my self with a Dress, and 
think of a Speech the while : In the mean time, go you 
and amuse the gaping Fools that expect my coming. 

[Goes out. 

Enter Fetherfool singing and dancing. 

Feth. Have you heard of a Spanish Lady, 
How she woo'd an English Man ? 

Blunt. Why, how now, Fetherfool? 

Feth. Garments gay, and rich as may be, 
Deckt with Jewels, had she on. 

Blunt. Why, how now, Justice, what run mad out oi 
Dog-days ? 

Feth. Of a comely Countenance and Grace is she, 
A sweeter Creature in the World there could not be. 

Shift. Why, what the Devil's the matter, Sir ? 

Blunt. Stark mad, 'dshartlikins. 

Feth. Of a Comely Countenance well, Lieutenant, th( 
most heroick and illustrious Madona ! Thou saw'st her 
Ned : And of a comely Counte The most Magnetick Fac< 
well I knew the Charms of these Eyes of mine wen 
not made in vain : I was design'd for great things, that' 
certain And a sweeter Creature in the World there couli 
not be. [Singing 


Blunt. What then the two Lady Monsters are forgotten ? 
the Design upon the Million of Money, the Coach and Six, 
and Patent for Right Worshipful, all drown'd in the Joy 
of this new Mistress? But well, Lieutenant, since he is 
so well provided for, you may put in with me for a Mon 
ster ; such a Jest, and such a Sum, is not to be lost. 
Shift. Nor shall not, or I have lost my Aim. [Aside. 
Feth. [Putting off his Hat.~\ Your Pardons, good Gen 
tlemen ; and tho I perceive I shall have no great need for 
so trifling a Sum as a hundred thousand Pound, or so, yet 
i Bargain's a Bargain, Gentlemen. 

Blunt. Nay, 'dsheartlikins, the Lieutenant scorns to do 
i foul thing, d'ye see, but we would not have the Mon- 
iters slighted. 

Feth. Slighted ! no, Sir, I scorn your Words, I'd have 
to know, that I have as high a Respect for Madam 
onster, as any Gentleman in Christendom, and so I 
esire she should understand. 
Blunt. Why, this is that that's handsom. 
Shift. Well, the Mountebank's come, Lodgings are taken 
t his House, and the Guardian prepar'd to receive you on 
he aforesaid Terms, and some fifty Pistoles to the Mounte- 
nk to stand your Friend, and the Business is done. 
Feth. Which shall be perform'd accordingly, I have it 
ady about me. 

Blunt. And here's mine, put 'em together, and let's be 

peedy, lest some should bribe higher, and put in before us. 

[Feth. takes the Money, and looks pitiful ont. 

Feth. Tis a plaguy round Sum, Ned, pray God it turn 

) Account. 

Blunt. Account, 'dsheartlikins, 'tis not in the Power of 
lortal Man to cozen 'me. 

Shift. Oh fie, Sir, cozen you, Sir ! well, you'll stay 
ere and see the Mountebank, he's coming forth. 
\A Hollowing. Enter from the Front a Bank, a Pageant, 
which they fix on the Stage at one side, a little Pavilion 

142 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT n 

ont, Mustek playing, and Operators round below, or 

\_Musick plays, and an Ant'ick Dance. 

Enter Willmore like a Mountebank, with a Dagger in 
one Hand, and a Viol in the other, Harlequin and 
Scaramouche ; Carlo with other Spaniards below, and 
Rabble; Ariadne and Lucia above in the Balcony, 
others on the other side, Fetherfool and Blunt below. 

Will, (bowing) Behold this little Viol, which contains in 
its narrow Bounds what the whole Universe cannot pur 
chase, if sold to its true Value ; this admirable, this miracu 
lous Elixir, drawn from the Hearts of Mandrakes, Phenix 
Livers, and Tongues of Maremaids, and distill'd by con 
tracted Sun-Beams, has besides the unknown Virtue of 
curing all Distempers both of Mind and Body, that divine 
one of animating the Heart of Man to that Degree, that 
however remiss, cold and cowardly by Nature, he shall 
become vigorous and brave. Oh stupid and insensible Man, 
when Honour and secure Renown invites you, to treat it 
with Neglect, even when you need but passive Valour, to 
become the Heroes of the Age ; receive a thousand Wounds, 
each of which wou'd let out fleeting Life : Here's that can 
snatch the parting Soul in its full Career, and bring it back 
to its native Mansion ; baffles grim Death, and disappoints 
even Fate. 

Feth. Oh Pox, an a Man were sure of that now 

Will. Behold, here's Demonstration 

[Harlequin stabs himself, and falls as dead. 

Feth. Hold, hold, why, what the Devil is the Fellow mad ? 

Blunt. Why, do'st think he has hurt himself? 

Feth. Hurt himself! why, he's murder'd, Man ; 'tis flat 
Felo de se, in any ground in England, if I understand Law, 
and I have been a Justice o'th' Peace. 

Will. See, Gentlemen, he's dead 


Feth. Look ye there now, I'll be gone lest I be taken 
as an Accessary. [Going out. 

Will. Coffin him, inter him, yet after four and twenty 
Hours, as many Drops of this divine Elixir give him new 
Life again ; this will recover whole Fields of slain, and all 
the Dead shall rise and fight again 'twas this that made 
the Roman Legions numerous, and now makes France so 
formidable, and this alone may be the Occasion of the 
loss of Germany. [Pours in Harlequin's Wound, he rises. 

Feth. Why this Fellow's the Devil, Ned, that's for certain. 

Blunt. Oh plague, a damn'd Conjurer, this 

Will. Come, buy this Coward's Comfort, quickly buy ; 

Iwhat Fop would be abus'd, mimick'd and scorn'd, for fear 

i of Wounds can be so easily cured ? Who is't wou'd bear 

the Insolence and Pride of domineering great Men, proud 

| Officers or Magistrates ? or who wou'd cringe to Statesmen 

iout of Fear? What Cully wou'd be cuckolded? What 

foolish Heir undone by cheating Gamesters? What Lord 

1 wou'd be lampoon'd ? What Poet fear the Malice of his 

hatirical Brother, or Atheist fear to fight for fear of Death ? 

iCome buy my Coward's Comfort, quickly buy. 

Feth. Egad, Ned, a very excellent thing this ; I'll lay 
put ten Reals upon this Commodity. 

[They buy, whilst another Part of the Dance is danced. 

Will. Behold this little Paper, which contains a Pouder, 
.vhose Value surmounts that of Rocks of Diamonds and 
I Hills of Gold ; 'twas this made Fenus a Goddess, and was 
Mjiven her by Apollo, from her deriv'd to Helen, and in the 
Sack of Troy lost, till recover'd by me out of some Ruins of 
Msia. Come, buy it, Ladies, you that wou'd be fair and 
Ivear eternal Youth ; and you in whom the amorous Fire 
.(remains, when all the Charms are fled: You that dress 
lU'oung and gay, and would be thought so, that patch and 
H>aint, to fill up sometimes old Furrows on your Brows, and 
ii et yourselves for Conquest, tho in vain ; here's that will give 
'ou aubern Hair, white Teeth, red Lips, and Dimples on 

144 THE ROVER (PART u) ; OR, [ACT u 

your Cheeks : Come, buy it all you that are past bewitching 
and wou'd have handsom, young and active Lovers. 

Feth. Another good thing, Ned. 

Car. I'll lay out a Pistole or two in this, if it have the 
same Effect on Men. 

Will. Come, all you City Wives, that wou'd advance 
your Husbands to Lord Mayors, come, buy of me new 
Beauty ; this will give it tho now decay'd, as are your Shop 
Commodities ; this will retrieve your Customers, and venc 
your false and out of fashion'd Wares : cheat, lye, protest 
and cozen as you please, a handsom Wife makes all a lawfu 
Gain. Come, City Wives, come, buy. 

Feth. A most prodigious Fellow ! 

[They buy^ he sits, the other Part is danced. 

Will. But here, behold the Life and Soul of Man ! this 
is the amorous Pouder, which Venus made and gave the 
God of Love, which made him first a Deity ; you talk ol 
Arrows, Bow, and killing Darts ; Fables, poetical Fictions, 
and no more : 'tis this alone that wounds and fires the 
Heart, makes Women kind, and equals Men to Gods ; 'tis 
this that makes your great Lady doat on the ill-favour'd 
Fop ; your great Man be jilted by his little Mistress, the 
Judge cajol'd by his Semstress, and your Political! by his 
Comedian ; your young Lady doat on herdecrepid Husband, 
your Chaplain on my Lady's Waiting- Woman, and the 
young Squire on the Landry-Maid In fine, Messieurs, 

'Tis this that cures the Lover's Pain, 
And Celia of her cold Disdain. 

Feth. A most devilish Fellow this ! 

Blunt. Hold, shartlikins, Fetherfool^ let's have a Dose or 
two of this Pouder for quick Dispatch with our Monsters. 

Feth. Why Pox, Man, Jugg my Giant would swallow 
a whole Cart-Load before 'twould operate. 

Blunt. No hurt in trying a Paper or two however. 

Car. A most admirable Receit, I shall have need on't. 


Will. I need say nothing of my divine Baths of Reforma 
tion, nor the wonders of the old Oracle of the Box, which 
resolves all Questions, my Bills sufficiently declare their 
[Virtue. [Sits down. They buy. 

Enter Petronella Elenora carried in a Chair, dresid 
like a Girl of Fifteen. 

Shift. Room there, Gentlemen, room for a Patient. 
Blunt. Pray, Seignior, who may this be thus muzzl'd 
by old Gaffer Time? 

Car. One Petronella Elenora, Sir, a famous outworn 

Blunt. Elenora ! she may be that of Troy for her An- 
riquity, tho fitter for God Priapus to ravish than Paris. 

Shift. Hunt, a word; dost thou see that same formal Poli- 
:ician yonder, on the Jennet, the nobler Animal of the two ? 
Hunt. What of him ? 

Shift. 'Tis the same drew on the Captain this Morning, 
Imd I must revenge the Affront. 

Hunt. Have a care of Revenges in Spain, upon Persons 
l)f his Quality. 

Shift. Nay, I'll only steal his Horse from under him. 
Hunt. Steal it ! thou may'st take it by force perhaps ; 
)ut how safely is a Question. 

Shift. I'll warrant thee shoulder you up one side of 

lis great Saddle, I'll do the like on t'other; then heaving 

. lim gently up, Harlequin shall lead the Horse from between 

tis Worship's Legs: All this in the Crowd will not be 

;| terceiv'd, where all Eyes are imploy'd on the Mountebank. 

Hunt. I apprehend you now 

[Whilst they are lifting Petronella on the Mountebank's 
Stage, they go into the Crowd, shoulder up Carlo's 
Saddle. Harlequin leads the Horse forward, whilst 
Carlo is gazing, and turning up his Mustachios ; they 
hold him up a little while, then let him drop : he rises 
and stares about for his Horse. 
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146 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT n 

Car. This is flat Conjuration. 

Shift. What's your Worship on foot ? 

Hunt. I never saw his Worship on foot before. 

Car. Sirrah, none of your Jests, this must be by diabolical 
Art, and shall cost the Seignior dear Men of my Garb 
affronted my Jennet vanisht most miraculous by St. 
Jago y I'll be revenged hah, what's here La Nuche 

[Surveys her at a distance. 

Enter La Nuche, Aurelia, Sancho. 

La Nu. We are pursu'd by Beaumond, who will certainly 
hinder our speaking to Willmore^ should we have the good 
fortune to see him in this Crowd and yet there's no 
avoiding him. 

Beau. 'Tis she, how carefully she shuns me ! 

Aur. I'm satisfied he knows us by the jealous Concern 
which appears in that prying Countenance of his. 

Beau. Stay, Cruel, is it Love or Curiosity, that wings 

those nimble Feet? [Holds her. 

[Lucia above and Ariadne.] 

Aria. Beaumond with a Woman ! 

Beau. Have you forgot this is the glorious Day that 
ushers in the Night shall make you mine ? the happiest 
Night that ever favour'd Love ! 

LaNu. Or if I have,I find you'll take care to remember me. 

Beau. Sooner I could forget the Aids of Life, sooner 
forget how first that Beauty charm'd me. 

La Nu. Well, since your Memory's so good, I need 
not doubt your coming. 

Beau. Still cold and unconcern'd ! How have I doated, 
and how sacrific'd, regardless of my Fame, lain idling here, 
when all the Youth of Spain were gaining Honour, valuing 
one Smile of thine above their Laurels ! 

La Nu. And in return, I do submit to yield, preferring 
you above those fighting Fools, who safe in Multitudes 
reap Honour cheaper. 


Beau. Yet there is one one of those fighting Fools 
j which should'st thou see, I fear I were undone; brave, 
i handsome, gay, and all that Women doat on, unfortunate 
in every good of Life, but that one Blessing of obtaining 
i Women : Be wise, for if thou seest him thou art lost 
Why dost thou blush ? 

La Nu. Because you doubt my Heart 'tis Willmore 
that he means. [Aside J\ We've Eyes upon us, Don Carlo 
(may grow jealous, and he's a powerful Rival at night I 
[shall expect ye. 

Beau. Whilst I prepare my self for such a Blessing. 

\_Ex. Beau. 

Car. Hah ! a Cavalier in conference with La Nuche! 
nnd entertain'd without my knowledge ! I must prevent 
l:his Lover, for he's young and this Night will surprise 
~ ler. \_Aside. 

Will. And you would be restor'd ? [ To Petro. 

Pet. Yes, if there be that Divinity in your Baths of 

Will. There are. 

New Flames shall sparkle in those Eyes ; 

And these grey Hairs flowing and bright shall rise : 

These Cheeks fresh Buds of Roses wear, 

And all your wither 'd Limbs so smooth and clear , 

As shall a general Wonder move, 

And wound a thousand Hearts with Love. 

Pet. A Blessing on you, Sir, there's fifty Pistoles for you, 
tnd as I earn it you shall have more. [They lift her down. 

[Exit Willmore bowing. 

Shift. Messieurs, 'tis late, and the Seignior's Patients 
tay for him at his Laboratory, to morrow you shall see 
he conclusion of this Experiment, and so I humbly take 
ny leave at this time. 

Enter Willmore, below sees La Nuche, makes up to her, 
whilst the last part of the Dance is dancing. 

148 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT n 

La Nu. What makes you follow me, Sir ? 

[She goes from him, he pursues. 

Will. Madam, I see something in that lovely Face of 
yours, which if not timely prevented will be your ruin : j 
I'm now in haste, but I have more to say [Goes off\ 

La Nu. Stay, Sir he's gone and fill'd me with af 
curiosity that will not let me rest till it be satisfied : Follow -. 
me, Aurelia, for I must know my Destiny. [Goes out. 
[ The Dance ended, the Bank removes, the People go off. 

Feth. Come, Ned, now for our amorous Visit to the 
two Lady Monsters. [Ex. Feth. and Blunt. 

SCENE II. Changes to a fine Chamber. 
Enter Ariadne and Lucia. 

Aria. I'm thoughtful: Prithee, Cousin, sing some) 
foolish Song 


Phillis, whose Heart was unconfirfd 

And free as Flowers on Meads and Plains, 

None boasted of her being kind, 

'Mongst all the languishing and amorous Swains : 

No Sighs nor Tears the Nymph could move [bis 

To pity or return their Love. 

Till on a time, the hapless Maid 
Retired to shun the heat d'th* Day, 
Into a Grove, beneath whose Shade 
Strephon, the careless Shepherd, sleeping lay : 

But oh such Charms the Youth adorn, [bis 

Love is revenged for all her Scorn. 

Her Cheeks with Blushes covered were, 

And tender Sighs her Bosom warm ; 

A softness in her Eyes appear, 

Unusual Pains she feels from every Charm : 

To Woods and Ecchoes now she cries, [bis 

For Modesty to speak denies. 


Aria. Come, help to undress me, for I'll to this Mounte- 
jank, to know what success I shall have with my Cavalier. 
[ Unpins her things before a great Glass that is fastened. 

Luc. You are resolv'd then to give him admittance ? 

Aria. Where's the danger of a handsom young Fellow ? 

Luc. But you don't know him, Madam. 

Aria. But I desire to do, and time may bring it about 
without Miracle. 

Luc. Your Cousin Beaumond will forbid the Banes. 

Aria. No, nor old Carlos neither, my Mother's precious 
hoice, who is as sollicitous for the old Gentleman, as my 
"ather-in-Law is for his Nephew. Therefore, Lucia, like 
. good and gracious Child, I'll end the Dispute between 
ny Father and Mother, and please my self in the choice 
if this Stranger, if he be to be had. 

Luc. I should as soon be enamour'd on the North Wind, 
Tempest, or a Clap of Thunder. Bless me from such 

Aria. I'd have a Lover rough as Seas in Storms, upon 
ccasion ; I hate your dull temperate Lover, 'tis such a 
usbandly quality, like Beaumond' 's Addresses to me, whom 
either Joy nor Anger puts in motion ; or if it do, 'tis 
isibly forc'd I'm glad I saw him entertain a Woman to 
ay, not that I care, but wou'd be fairly rid of him. 

Luc. You'll hardly mend your self in this. 

Aria. What, because he held Discourse with a Curtezan ? 

Luc . Why, is there no danger in her Eyes, do ye think ? 

Aria. None that I fear, that Stranger's not such a fool 

give his Heart to a common Woman ; and she that's 
Dncern'd where her Lover bestows his Body, were I the 
Ian, I should think she had a mind to't her self. 

Luc. And reason, Madam : in a lawful way 'tis your due. 

Aria. What all? unconscionable Lucia! I am more 
icrciful ; but be he what he will, I'll to this cunning Man, 
) know whether ever any part of him shall be mine. 

Luc. Lord, Madam, sure he's a Conjurer. 

150 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT n 

Aria. Let him be the Devil, I'll try his Skill, and to 
that end will put on a Suit of my Cousin Endymion ; 
there are two or three very pretty ones of his in the Ward 
robe, go carry 'em to my Chamber, and we'll fit our selves 
and away Go haste whilst I undress. [Ex. Lucia. 

[Ariadne undressing before the Glass. 

Enter Beaumond tricking himself, and looks on himself. 

Beau. Now for my charming Beauty, fair La Nuche 

hah Ariadne damn the dull Property, how shall I free 

my self? \_She turns, sees him, and walks from the Glass, 

he takes no notice of her, but tricks himself in 

the Glass, humming a Song. 

Aria. Beaumond! What Devil brought him hither to 

prevent me ? I hate the formal matrimonial Fop. 

[He walks about and sings. 

Sommes nous pas trap heureux, 
Belle Irise, que nous ensemble. 

A Devil on him, he may chance to plague me till night, 
and hinder my dear Assignation. [.Sings again. 

La Nuit et le Sombre voiles 
Coverie nos desires ardentes ; 
Et r Amour et les Etoiles 
Sont nos secrets confidents. 

Beau. Pox on't, how dull am I at an excuse ? 

[Sets his Wig in the Glass, and sings. 

A Pox of Love and Woman-kind, 
And all the Fops adore 'em. 

[Puts on his Hat, cocks it, and goes to her. 
How is't, Cuz ? 

Aria. So, here's the saucy freedom of a Husband Lover 
a blest Invention this of marrying, whoe'er first found 
it out. 

Beau. Damn this English Dog of a Perriwig-maker, 


I what an ungainly Air it gives the Face, and for a Wedding 
Perriwig too how dost thou like it, Ariadne? [Uneasy. 

Aria. As ill as the Man I perceive you have taken 
more care for your Perriwig than your Bride. 

Beau. And with reason, Ariadne^ the Bride was never 
the care of the Lover, but the business of the Parents ; 'tis 
a serious Affair, and ought to be manag'd by the grave and 
wise : Thy Mother and my Uncle have agreed the Matter, 
and would it not look very sillily in me now to whine a 
itedious Tale of Love in your Ear, when the business is at 
an end ? 'tis like saying a Grace when a Man should give 

Aria. Why did you not begin sooner then ? 

Beau. Faith, Ariadne^ because I know nothing of the 
j Design in hand; had I had civil warning, thou shouldst 
(have had as pretty smart Speeches from me, as any Cox- 
i comb Lover of 'em all could have made thee. 

Aria. I shall never marry like a Jew in my own Tribe ; 
| ['11 rather be possest by honest old doating Age, than by 
haucy conceited Youth, whose Inconstancy never leaves a 
'Woman safe or quiet. 

Beau. You know the Proverb of the half Loaf, Ariadne ; 
U Husband that will deal thee some Love is better than one 
I who can give thee none : you would have a blessed time 
pn't with old Father Carlo. 

Aria. No matter, a Woman may with some lawful 
pxcuse cuckold him, and 'twould be scarce a Sin. 

Beau. Not so much as lying with him, whose reverend 
Age wou'd make it look like Incest. 

Aria. But to marry thee would be a Tyranny from 
whence there's no Appeal : A drinking whoring Husband ! 
jtis the Devil 

Beau. You are deceiv'd, if you think Don Carlo more 
:haste than I; only duller, and more a Miser, one that 
r ears his Flesh more, and loves his Money better. Then 
:o be condemn'd to lie with him oh, who would not 

152 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACTII, sc. n 

rejoice to meet a Woollen- Waistcoat, and knit Night-Cap 
without a Lining, a Shirt so nasty, a cleanly Ghost would 
not appear in't at the latter Day ? then the compound of 
nasty Smells about him, stinking Breath, Mustachoes stuff 
with villainous snush, Tobacco, and hollow Teeth : thus 
prepar'd for Delight, you meet in Bed, where you may lie 
and sigh whole Nights away, he snores it out till Morning, 
and then rises to his sordid business. 

Aria. All this frights me not : 'tis still much better than 
a keeping Husband, whom neither Beauty nor Honour in 
a Wife can oblige. 

Beau. Oh, you know not the good-nature of a Man of 
Wit, at least I shall bear a Conscience, and do thee reason, 
which Heaven denies to old Carlo^ were he willing. 

Aria. Oh, he talks as high, and thinks as well of him 
self as any young Coxcomb of ye all. 

Beau. He has reason, for if his Faith were no better 
than his Works, he'd be damn'd. 

Aria. Death, who wou'd marry, who wou'd be chaffer'd 
thus, and sold to Slavery ? I'd rather buy a Friend at any 
Price that I could love and trust. 

Beau. Ay, could we but drive on such a Bargain. 

Aria. You should not be the Man ; You have a Mis 
tress, Sir, that has your Heart, and all your softer Hours : 
I know't, and if I were so wretched as to marry thee, must 
see my Fortune lavisht out on her ; her Coaches, Dress, 
and Equipage exceed mine by far : Possess she all the day 
thy Hours of Mirth, good Humour and Expence, thy 
Smiles, thy Kisses, and thy Charms of Wit. Oh how you 
talk and look when in her Presence ! but when with me, 

A Pox of Love and Woman-kind, [Sings. 

And all the Fops adore ''em. 

How it's,Cuz then slap, on goes the Beaver, which being 
cock'd, you bear up briskly, with the second Part to the 
same Tune Harkye, Sir, let me advise you to pack up your 


Trumpery and be gone, your honourable Love, your matri 
monial Foppery, with your other Trinkets thereunto be 
longing ; or I shall talk aloud, and let your Uncle hear you. 

Beau. Sure she cannot know I love La Nuche. [Aside. 
The Devil take me, spoil'd ! What Rascal has inveigled 
thee ? What lying fawning Coward has abus'd thee ? When 
fell you into this Leudness ? Pox, thou art hardly worth the 
loving now, that canst be such a Fool, to wish me chaste, 
or love me for that Virtue ; or that wouldst have me a 
ceremonious Whelp, one that makes handsom Legs to 
Knights without laughing, or with a sneaking modest 
Squirish Countenance ; assure you, I have my Maiden 
head. A Curse upon thee, the very thought of Wife has 
made thee formal. 

Aria. I must dissemble, or he'll stay all day to make his 
peace again why, have you ne'er a Mistress then ? 

Beau. A hundred, by this day, as many as I like, they 
are my Mirth, the business of my loose and wanton Hours ; 
but thou art my Devotion, the grave, the solemn Pleasure 
of my Soul Pox, would I were handsomly rid of thee too. 

Come, I have business send me pleas'd away. 

Aria. Would to Heaven thou wert gone ; [Aside. 

You're going to some Woman now. 

Beau. Oh damn the Sex, I hate 'em all but thee 
farewell, my pretty jealous sullen Fool. [Goes out. 

Aria. Farewel, believing Coxcomb. [Enter Lucia. 

Lucia. Madam, the Clothes are ready in your Chamber. 

Aria. Let's haste and put 'em on then. [Runs out. 


SCENE I. A House. 
Enter Fetherfool and Blunt, staring about, after them Shift. 

Shift. Well, Gentlemen, this is the Doctor's House, and 
your fifty Pistoles has made him intirely yours ; the Ladies 

154 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT in 

too are here in safe Custody Come, draw Lots who shall 
have the Dwarf, and who the Giant. [They draw. 

Feth. I have the Giant. 

Blunt. And I the little tiny Gentlewoman. 

Shift. Well, you shall first see the Ladies, and then 
prepare for your Uncle Moses, the old Jew Guardian, before 
whom you must be very grave and sententious : You know 
the old Law was full of Ceremony. 

Feth. Well, I long to see the Ladies, and to have the 
first Onset over. 

Shift. I'll cause 'em to walk forth immediately. [Goes out. 

Feth. My Heart begins to fail me plaguily would I 
could see 'em a little at a Distance before they come slap 
dash upon a Man. [Peeping. 

Hah ! Mercy upon us ! What's yonder ! Ah, Ned, my 
Monster is as big as the Whore of Babylon Oh I'm in a 
cold Sweat [Blunt pulls him to peep, and both do so. 
Oh Lord ! she's as tall as the St. Christopher in Notre-dame 
at Paris, and the little one looks like the Christo upon his 
Shoulders I shall ne'er be able to stand the first Brunt. 

Blunt. 'Dsheartlikins, whither art going ? [Pulls him back. 

Feth. Why only to say my Prayers a little I'll be 
with thee presently. [Offers to go, he pulls him. 

Blunt. What a Pox, art thou afraid of a Woman 

Feth. Not of a Woman, Ned, but of a She Gargantua, 
I am of a Hercules in Petticoats. 

Blunt. The less Resemblance the better. 'Shartlikins, 
I'd rather mine were a Centaur than a Woman : No, since 
my Naples Adventure, I am clearly for your Monster. 

Feth. Prithee, Ned, there's Reason in all things 

Blunt. But villainous Woman 'Dshartlikins, stand 
your Ground, or I'll nail you to't : Why, what a Pox are 
you so quezy stomach'd, a Monster won't down with you, 
with a hundred thousand Pound to boot. [Pulling him. 

Feth. Nay, Ned, that mollifies something ; and I scorn 
it should be said of Nich. Fetherfool that he left his Friend 


in danger, or did an ill thing : therefore, as thou say'st, 
Ned, tho she were a Centaur, I'll not budg an Inch. 
Blunt. Why God a Mercy. 

Enter the Giant and Dwarf, with them Shift as an 
Operator, and Harlequin attending. 

Feth. Oh they come Prithee, Ned, advance 

[Puts him forward. 

Shift. Most beautiful Ladies. 

Feth. Why, what a flattering Son of a Whore's this? 

Shift. These are the illustrious Persons your Uncle de 
signs your humble Servants, and who have so extraordinary 
a Passion for your Seignioraships. 

Feth. Oh yes, a most damnable one : Wou'd I were 
cleanlily off the Lay, and had my Money again. 

Blunt. Think of a Million, Rogue, and do not hang an 
Arse thus. 

Giant. What, does the Cavalier think I'll devour him ? 

[To Shift. 

Feth. Something inclin'd to such a Fear. 

Blunt. Go and salute her, or, Adsheartlikins, I'll leave 
you to her Mercy. 

Feth. Oh, dear Ned, have pity on me but as for saluting 
her, you speak of more than may be done, dear Heart, 
without a Scaling Ladder. [Exit Shift. 

Dwarf. Sure, Seignior Harlequin, these Gentlemen are 

Blunt. No, my little diminutive Mistress, my small 
Epitomy of Woman-kind, we can prattle when our Hands 
are in, but we are raw and bashful, young Beginners ; for 
this is the first time we ever were in love : we are something 
aukard, or so, but we shall come on in time, and mend 
upon Incouragement. 

Feth. Pox on him, what a delicate Speech has he made 
now 'Gad, I'd give a thousand Pounds a Year for Ned's 
concise Wit, but not a Groat for his Judgment in Woman 

156 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT in 

Enter Shift with a Ladder, sets it against the Giant, and 
bows to Fetherfool. 

Shift. Here, Seignior, Don, approach, mount, and salute 
the Lady. 

Feth. Mount ! why, 'twould turn my Brains to look 
down from her Shoulders But hang't, 'Gad, I will be 
brave and venture. [Runs up the Ladder, salutes her, and 

runs down again. 

And Egad this was an Adventure and a bold one but since 

I am come off with a whole Skin, I am flesht for the next 

onset Madam has your Greatness any mind to marry ? 

[Goes to her, speaks, and runs back ; 

Blunt claps him on the Back. 

Giant. What if I have? 

Feth. Why then, Madam, without inchanted Sword or 
Buckler, I'm your Man. 

Giant. My Man ? my Mouse. I'll marry none whose 
Person and Courage shall not bear some Proportion to mine. 

Feth. Your Mightiness I fear will die a Maid then. 

Giant. I doubt you'll scarce secure me from that Fear, 
who court my Fortune, not my Beauty. 

Feth. Hu, how scornful she is, I'll warrant you why I 
must confess, your Person is something heroical and mascu 
line, but I protest to your Highness, I love and honour ye. 

Dwarf. Prithee, Sister, be not so coy, I like my Lover 
well enough ; and if Seignior Mountebank keep his Word 
in making us of reasonable Proportions, I think the Gen 
tlemen may serve for Husbands. 

Shift. Dissemble, or you betray your Love for us. 

\_Aside to the Giant. 

Giant. And if he do keep his Word, I should make a 
better Choice, not that I would change this noble Frame 
of mine, cou'd I but meet my Match, and keep up the first 
Race of Man intire : But since this scanty World affords 
none such, I to be happy, must be new created, and then 
shall expect a wiser Lover. 


Feth. Why, what a peevish Titt's this; nay, look ye, 
Madam, as for that matter, your Extraordinariness may 
do what you please but 'tis not done like a Monster of 
Honour, when a Man has set his Heart upon you, to cast 
him off Therefore I hope you'll pity a despairing Lover, 
and cast down an Eye of Consolation upon me ; for I vow, 
most Amazonian Princess, I love ye as if Heaven and Earth 
wou'd come together. 

Dwarf. My Sister will do much, I'm sure, to save the 
Man that loves her so passionately she has a Heart. 

Feth. And a swinger 'tis 'Sbud she moves like the 
Royal Sovereign, and is as long a tacking about. [Aside. 

Giant. Then your Religion, Sir. 

Feth. Nay, as for that, Madam, we are English^ a Nation 
I thank God, that stand as little upon Religion as any 
Nation under the Sun, unless it be in Contradiction ; and 
at this time have so many amongst us, a Man knows not 
which to turn his Hand to neither will I stand with your 
Hugeness for a small matter of Faith or so Religion shall 

O * O 

shall break no squares. 

Dwarf. I hope, Sir, you are of your Friend's Opinion. 

Blunt. My little Spark of a Diamond, I am, I was born 
a Jew, with an Aversion to Swines Flesh. 

Dwarf. Well, Sir, I shall hasten Seignior Doctor to 
compleat my Beauty, by some small Addition, to appear 
the more grateful to you. 

Blunt. Lady, do not trouble your self with transitory Parts, 
'Dshartlikins thou'rt as handsom as needs be for a Wife. 

Dwarf. A little taller, Seignior, wou'd not do amiss, my 
younger Sister has got so much the Start of me. 

Blunt. In troth she has, and now I think on't, a little 
taller wou'd do well for Propagation ; I should be loth the 
Posterity of the antient Family of the Blunts of Essex should 
dwindle into Pigmies or Fairies. 

Giant. Well, Seigniors, since you come with our Uncle's 
liking, we give ye leave to hope, hope and be happy 

[They go out with Harlequin. 

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Feth. Egad, arid that's great and gracious 
Enter Willmore and an Operator. 

Will. Well, Gentlemen, and how like you the Ladies ? 

Blunt. Faith, well enough for the first Course, Sir. 

Will. The Uncle, by my indeavour, is intirely yours 
but whilst the Baths are preparing, 'twould be well if you 
would think of what Age, Shape, and Complexion you 
would have your Ladies form'd in. 

Feth. Why, may we chuse, Mr. Doctor? 

Will. What Beauties you please. 

Feth. Then will I have my Giant, Ned, just such another 
Gentlewoman as I saw at Church to day and about some 

Blunt. Hum, fifteen I begin to have a plaguy Itch 
about me too, towards a handsome Damsel of fifteen ; but 
first let's marry, lest they should be boiled away in these 
Baths of Reformation. 

Feth. But, Doctor, can you do all this without the help 
of the Devil ? 

Will. Hum, some small Hand he has in the Business ? we 
make an Exchange with him, give him the clippings of the 
Giant for so much of his Store as will serve to build the Dwarf. 

Blunt. Why, then mine will be more than three Parts 
Devil, Mr. Doctor. 

Will. Not so, the Stock is only Devil, the Graft is your 
own little Wife inoculated. 

Blunt. Well, let the Devil and you agree about this 
matter as soon as you please. 

Enter Shift as an Operator. 

Shift. Sir, there is without a Person of an extraordinary 
Size wou'd speak with you. 
Will. Admit him. 

Enter Harlequin, ushers in Hunt as a Giant. 
Feth. Hah some o'ergrown Rival, on my Life. 

[Feth. gets from it. 


Will. What the Devil have we here ? [Aside. 

Hunt. Bezolos mano's. Seignior, I understand there is a 
Lady whose Beauty and Proportion can only merit me : 
I'll say no more but shall be grateful to you for your 

Feth. 'Tis so. 

Hunt. The Devil's in't if this does not fright 'em from 
a farther Courtship. [Aside. 

Will. Fear nothing, Seignior Seignior, you may try 
your Chance, and visit the Ladies. [Talks to Hunt. 

Feth. Why, where the Devil could this Monster conceal 
himself all this while, that we should neither see nor hear 
of him? 

Blunt. Oh he lay disguis'd ; I have heard of an Army 
that has done so. 

Feth. Pox, no single House cou'd hold him. 

Blunt. No he dispos'd himself in several parcels up and 
down the Town, here a Leg, and there an Arm ; and 
hearing of this proper Match for him, put himself together 
to court his fellow Monster. 

Feth. Good Lord ! I wonder what Religion he's of. 

Blunt. Some heathen Papist, by his notable Plots and 

Will. 'Tis Hunt, that Rogue [Aside. 

Sir, I confess there is great Power in Sympathy Conduct 
him to the Ladies \_He tries to go in at the Door. 

I am sorry you cannot enter at that low Door, Seignior, 
I'll have it broken down 

Hunt. No, Seignior, I can go in at twice. 

Feth. How, at twice ! what a Pox can he mean ? 

Will. Oh, Sir, 'tis a frequent thing by way of Inchant- 
ment. [Hunt being all Doublet^ leaps off from another 

Man who is all Breeches, and goes out ; 
Breeches follows staging. 

Feth. Oh Pox, Mr. Doctor, this must be the Devil. 

Will. Oh fie, Sir, the Devil ! no 'tis all done by an 

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inchanted Girdle These damn'd Rascals will spoil all by 
too gross an Imposition on the Fools. \_Aside. 

Feth. This is the Devil, Ned, that's certain But hark 
ye, Mr. Doctor, I hope I shall not have my Mistress 
inchanted from me by this inchanted Rival, hah ? 

Will. Oh, no, Sir, the Inquisition will never let 'em 
marry, for fear of a Race of Giants, 'twill be worse than 
the Invasion of the Moors, or the French : but go think 
of your Mistresses Names and Ages, here's Company, and 
you would not be seen. [Ex. Blunt and Feth. 

Enter La Nuche and Aurelia ; Will, bows to her. 

La Nu. Sir, the Fame of your excellent Knowledge, 
and what you said to me this day ; has given me a Curiosity 
to learn my Fate, at least that Fate you threatened. 

Will. Madam, from the Oracle in the Box you may 

be resolved any Question [Leads her to the Table, 

where stands a Box full of Balls ; he stares on her. 

How lovely every absent minute makes her Madam, 

be pleas'd to draw from out this Box what Ball you will. 

[She draws, he takes it, and gazes on her and on it. 

Madam, upon this little Globe is character'd your Fate 

and Fortune ; the History of your Life to come and past 

first, Madam you're a Whore. 

La Nu. A very plain beginning. 

Will. My Art speaks simple Truth ; the Moon is your 
Ascendent, that covetous Planet that borrows all her Light, 
and is in opposition still to Penus ;and Interest more prevails 
with you than Love : yet here I find a cross intruding 
Line that does inform me you have an Itch that way, 
but Interest still opposes : you are a slavish mercenary 

La Nu. Your Art is so, tho call'd divine, and all the 
Universe is sway'd by Interest : and would you wish this 
Beauty which adorns me, should be dispos'd about for 
Charity? Proceed and speak more Reason. 


Will. But Venus here gets the Ascent again, and spite 
of Interest, spite of all Aversion, will make you doat upon 
a Man [Still looking <?, and turning the Ball. 

Wild, fickle, restless, faithless as the Winds ! a Man of 
Arms he is and by this Line a Captain [Looking on her. 
for Mars and Venus were in conjunction at his Birth 
and Love and War's his business. 

La Nu. There thou hast toucht my Heart, and spoke 
so true, that all thou say'st I shall receive as Oracle. Well, 
grant I love, that shall not make me yield. 

Will. I must confess you're ruin'd if you yield, and yet 
not all your Pride, not all your Vows, your Wit, your Re 
solution, or your Cunning, can hinder him from conquering 
absolutely : your Stars are fixt, and Fate irrevocable. 

La Nu. No, I will controul my Stars and Inclinations ; 
and tho I love him more than Power or Interest, I will be 
Mistress of my fixt Resolves One Question more Does 
this same Captain, this wild happy Man love me ? 

Will. I do not find it here only a possibility in- 
courag'd by your Love Oh that you cou'd resist but 
you are destin'd his, and to be ruin'd. 

[Sighs, and looks on her^ she grows in a Rage. 

La Nu. Why do you tell me this? I am betray'd, and 
every caution blows my kindling Flame hold tell me 
no more I might have guess'd my Fate, from my own 
Soul have guest it but yet I will be brave, I will resist 
in spite of Inclinations, Stars, or Devils. 

Will. Strive not, fair Creature, with the Net that holds 
you, you'll but intangle more. Alas ! you must submit 
and be undone. 

La Nu. Damn your false Art had he but lov'd me 
too, it had excus'd the Malice of my Stars. 

Will. Indeed, his Love is doubtful ; for here I trace 
him in a new pursuit which if you can this Night prevent, 
perhaps you fix him. 

La Nu. Hah, pursuing a new Mistress ! there thou 
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1 62 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT in 

hast met the little Resolution I had left, and dasht it into 
nothing but I have vow'd Allegiance to my Interest 
Curse on my Stars, they cou'd not give me Love where 
that might be advanc'd I'll hear no more. 

[Gives him Money. 
Enter Shift. 

Shift. Sir, there are several Strangers arriv'd, who talk 
of the old Oracle. How will you receive 'em ? 

Will. I've business now, and must be excus'd a while. 
Thus far I'm well ; but I may tell my Tale so often 
o'er, till, like the Trick of Love, I spoil the pleasure by 
the repetition. Now I'll uncase, and see what Effects my 
Art has wrought on La Nuche, for she's the promis'd Good, 
the Philosophick Treasure that terminates my Toil and 
Industry. Wait you here. \_Ex. Will. 

Enter Ariadne in Mem Clothes^ with Lucia so drest, 
and other Strangers. 

Aria. How now, Seignior Operator, where's this re 
nowned Man of Arts and Sciences, this Don of Wonders? 
hah ! may a Man have a Pistole's Worth or two of his 
Tricks? will he shew, Seignior? 

Shift. Whatever you dare see, Sir. 

Aria. And I dare see the greatest Bug-bear he can con 
jure up, my Mistress's Face in a Glass excepted. 

Shift. That he can shew, Sir, but is now busied in weighty 
Affairs with a Grandee. 

Aria. Pox, must we wait the Leisure of formal Grandees 
and Statesmen ha, who's this ? the lovely Conqueress of 
my Heart, La Nuche. [Goes to her, she is tatting with Aurel. 

La Nu. What foolish thing art thou ? 

Aria. Nay, do not frown, nor fly ; for if you do, I must 
arrest you, fair one. 

La Nu. At whose Suit, pray ? 

Aria. At Love's you have stol'n a Heart of mine, and 
us'd it scurvily. 


La Nu. By what marks do you know the Toy, that I 
may be no longer troubled with it? 

Aria. By a fresh Wound, which toucht by her that gave 
it bleeds anew, a Heart all over kind and amorous. 

La Nu. When was this pretty Robbery committed ? 

Aria. To day, most sacrilegiously, at Church, where 
you debauch'd my Zeal ; and when I wou'd have pray'd, 
your Eyes had put the Change upon my Tongue, and made 
it utter Railings : Heav'n forgive ye ! 

La Nu. You are the gayest thing without a Heart, I 
ever saw. 

Aria. I scorn to flinch for a bare Wound or two ; nor 
is he routed that has lost the day, he may again rally, renew 
the Fight, and vanquish. 

La Nu. You have a good opinion of that Beauty, which 
I find not so forcible, nor that fond Prattle uttered with 
such Confidence. 

Aria. But I have Quality and Fortune too. 

La Nu. So had you need. I should have guest the first 
by your pertness ; for your saucy thing of Quality acts the 
Man as impudently at fourteen, as another at thirty : nor 
is there any thing so hateful as to hear it talk of Love, 
Women and Drinking; nay, to see it marry too at that 
Age, and get itself a Play-fellow in its Son and Heir. 

Aria. This Satyr on my Youth shall never put me out 
of countenance, or make me think you wish me one day 
older ; and egad, I'll warrant them that tries me, shall find 
me ne'er an hour too young. 

La Nu. You mistake my Humour, I hate the Person 
of a fair conceited Boy. 

Enter Willmore drest y singing. 

Will. Vole^ vole dans cette Cage^ 

Petite Oyseau dans cet bocage. 
How now, Fool, where's the Doctor ? 
Shift. A little busy, Sir. 

164 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT in 

Will. Call him, I am in haste, and come to cheapen 
the Price of Monster. 

Shift. As how, Sir ? 

Will. In an honourable way, I will lawfully marry one 
of 'em, and have pitcht upon the Giant ; I'll bid as fair as 
any Man. 

Shift. No doubt but you will speed, Sir : please you, 
Sir, to walk in. 

Will. I'll follow Vole, vole dans cette Cage, &c. 

Luc. Why, 'tis the Captain, Madam [Aside to Aria. 

La Nu. Hah marry harkye, Sir, a word, pray. 

[As he is going out she pulls him. 

Will. Your Servant, Madam, your Servant Vole, 
vole, &c. [Puts his Hat offcarelesly, and walks by, going out. 

Luc. And to be marry'd, mark that. 

Aria. Then there's one doubt over, I'm glad he is not 

La Nu. Come back Death, I shall burst with Anger 
this Coldness blows my Flame, which if once visible, 
makes him a Tyrant 

Will. Fool, what's a Clock, fool ? this noise hinders me 
from hearing it strike. 

[Shakes his Pockets, and walks up and down. 

La Nu. A blessed sound, if no Hue and Cry pursue it. 
what you are resolv'd then upon this notable Exploit ? 

Will. What Exploit, good Madam ? 

La Nu. Why, marrying of a Monster, and an ugly 

Will. Yes faith, Child, here stands the bold Knight, that 
singly, and unarm'd, designs to enter the List with Tho- 
gogandiga the Giant ; a good Sword will defend a worse 
cause than an ugly Wife. I know no danger worse than 
fighting for my Living, and I have don't this dozen years 
for Bread. 

La Nu. This is the common trick of all Rogues, when 

O t 

they have done an ill thing to face it out. 


Will. An ill thing your Pardon, Sweet-heart, compare 
it but to Banishment, a frozen Sentry with brown George 
and Spanish Pay ; and if it be not better to be Master of 
a Monster, than Slave to a damn'd Commonwealth I 
submit and since my Fortune has thrown this good in 
my way 

La Nu. You'll not be so ungrateful to refuse it ; besides 
then you may hope to sleep again, without dreaming of 
Famine, or the Sword, two Plagues a Soldier of Fortune 
is subject to. 

Will. Besides Cashiering, a third Plague. 

La Nu. Still unconcern'd ! you call me mercenary, 
but I would starve e'er suffer my self to be possest by a 
thing of Horror. 

Will. You lye, you would by any thing of Horror : yet 
these things of Horror have Beauties too, Beauties thou 
canst not boast of, Beauties that will not fade ; Diamonds 
to supply the lustre of their Eyes, and Gold the brightness 
of their Hair, a well-got Million to atone for Shape, and 
Orient Pearls, more white, more plump and smooth, than 
that fair Body Men so languish for, and thou hast set such 
Price on. 

Aria. I like not this so well, 'tis a trick to make her 

Will. Their Hands too have their Beauties, whose very 
mark finds credit and respect, their Bills are current o'er the 
Universe ; besides these, you shall see waiting at my Door, 
four Footmen, a Velvet Coach, with Six Flanders Beauties 
more : And are not these most comely Virtues in a Soldier's 
Wife, in this most wicked peaceable Age? 

Luc. He's poor too, there's another comfort. [Aside. 

Aria. The most incouraging one I have met with yet. 

Will. Pox on't, I grow weary of this virtuous Poverty. 
There goes a gallant Fellow, says one, but gives him not 
an Onion ; the Women too, faith, 'tis a handsom Gen 
tleman, but the Devil a Kiss he gets gratis. 

1 66 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT in 

Aria. Oh, how I long to undeceive him of that Error. 

La Nu. He speaks not of me ; sure he knows me not. 


Wih. No, Child, Money speaks sense in a Language 
all Nations understand, 'tis Beauty, Wit, Courage, Honour, 
and undisputable Reason see the virtue of a Wager, that 
new philosophical way lately found out of deciding all hard 
Questions Socrates, without ready Money to lay down, 
must yield. 

Aria. Well, I must have this gallant Fellow. [.Aside. 

La. Nu. Sure he has forgot this trival thing. 

Will. Even thou who seest me dying unregarded, 
wou'd then be fond and kind, and flatter me. [Soft tone. 
By Heaven, I'll hate thee then ; nay, I will marry to be 
rich to hate thee : the worst of that, is but to suffer nine 
Days Wonderment. Is not that better than an Age of 
Scorn from a proud faithless Beauty ? 

Lu. Nu. Oh, there's Resentment left why, yes faith, 
such a Wedding would give the Town diversion : we 
should have a lamentable Ditty made on it, entitled, The 
Captain's Wedding, with the doleful Relation of his being 
over-laid by an o'er-grown Monster. 

Will. I'll warrant ye I escape that as sure as cuckolding ; 
for I would fain see that hardy Wight that dares attempt 
my Lady Bright, either by Force or Flattery. 

La Nu. So, then you intend to bed her? 

Will. Yes faith, and beget a Race of Heroes, the 
Mother's Form with all the Father's Qualities. 

La Nu. Faith, such a Brood may prove a pretty Liveli 
hood for a poor decay'd Officer ; you may chance to get 
a Patent to shew 'em in England, that Nation of Change 
and Novelty. 

Will. A provision old Carlo cannot make for you against 
the abandon'd day. 

La Nu. He can supply the want of Issue a better way ; 
and tho he be not so fine a fellow as your self, he's a better 


Friend, he can keep a Mistress : give me a Man can feed 
and clothe me, as well as hug and all to bekiss me, and tho 
his Sword be not so good as yours, his Bond's worth a 
thousand Captains. This will not do, I'll try what Jealousy 
will do. [Aside. 

Your Servant, Captain your Hand, Sir. 

[Takes Ariadne by the Hand. 

Will. Hah, what new Coxcomb's that hold, Sir 

[Takes her from him. 

Aria. What would you, Sir, ought with this Lady ? 

Will. Yes, that which thy Youth will only let thee guess 
at this Child, is Man's Meat ; there are other Toys for 
Children. [Offers to lead her off. 

LaNu. Oh insolent! and whither would'stthou lead me? 

Will. Only out of harm's way, Child, here are pretty 
near Conveniences within : the Doctor will be civil 'tis 
part of his Calling Your Servant, Sir 

[Going off with her. 

Aria. I must huff now, tho I may chance to be beaten 
come back or I have something here that will oblige 
ye to't. [Laying his hand on his Sword. 

Will. Yes faith, thou'rt a pretty Youth ; but at this time 
I've more occasion for a thing in Petticoats go home, 
and do not walk the Streets so much ; that tempting Face 
of thine will debauch the grave men of business, and make 
the Magistrates lust after Wickedness. 

Aria. You are a scurvy Fellow, Sir. [Going to draw. 

Will. Keep in your Sword, for fear it cut your Fingers, 

Aria. So 'twill your Throat, Sir here's Company 
coming that will part us, and I'll venture to draw. 

[Draws, Will, draws. 

Enter Beaumond. 

Beau. Hold, hold hah, Willmore! thou Man of con 
stant mischief, what's the matter ? 

1 68 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT in 

La Nu. Beaumond! undone ! 

Aria. Beaumond! 

Will. Why, here's a young Spark will take my Lady 
Bright from me ; the unmanner'd Hot-spur would not 
have patience till I had finish'd my small Affair with her. 

[Puts up his Sword. 

Aria. Death, he'll know me Sir, you see we are 
prevented. [Draws him aside. 

or [Seems to talk to kim y Beau, gazes on La Nuche, who 

has puWd down her Veil. 

Beau. 'Tis she ! Madam, this Veil's too thin to hide the 
perjur'd Beauty underneath. Oh, have I been searching 
thee, with all the diligence of impatient Love, and am I 
thus rewarded, to find thee here incompass'd round with 
Strangers, fighting, who first should take my right away ? 
Gods ! take your Reason back, take all your Love ; for 
easy Man's unworthy of the Blessings. 

Will. Harkye, Harry the Woman the almighty 
Whore thou told'st me of to day. 

Beau. Death, do'st thou mock my Grief unhand me 
strait, for tho I cannot blame thee, I must hate thee. 

[Goes out. 

Will. What the Devil ails he ? 

Aria. You will be sure to come. 

Will. At night in the Piazza ; I have an Assignation 
with a Woman, that once dispatch'd, I will not fail ye, Sir. 

Luc. And will you leave him with her? 

Aria. Oh, yes, he'll be ne'er the worse for my use when 
he has done with her. [Ex. Luc. and Aria. Will, looks 

with scorn on La Nuche. 

Will. Now you may go o'ertake him, lie with him 
and ruin him : the Fool was made for such a Destiny 
if he escapes my Sword. [He offers to go. 

La Nu. I must prevent his visit to this Woman but 
dare not tell him so. [Aside. 

I would not have ye meet this angry Youth. 


Will. Oh, you would preserve him for a farther use. 

La Nu. Stay you must not fight by Heaven, I cannot 
see that Bosom wounded. [Turns and weeps. 

Will. Hah ! weep'st thou ? curse me when I refuse a 
faith to that obliging Language of thy Eyes Oh give me 
one proof more, and after that, thou conquerest all my 
Soul ; Thy Eyes speak Love come, let us in, my Dear, 
e'er the bright Fire allays that warms my Heart. 

[Goes to lead her out. 

La Nu. Your Love grows rude, and saucily demands 
it. [Flings away. 

Will. Love knows no Ceremony, no repect when once 
approacht so near the happy minute. 

La Nu. What desperate easiness have you seen in me, 
or what mistaken merit in your self, should make you so 
ridiculously vain, to think I'd give my self to such a Wretch, 
one fal'n even to the last degree of Poverty, whilst all the 
World is prostrate at my Feet, whence I might chuse the 
Brave, the Great, the Rich ? 

[He stands spitefully gazing at her. 
Still as he fires, I find my Pride augment, and when he 
cools I burn. [Aside. 

Will. Death, thou'rt a vain, conceited, taudry Jilt, 
who wou'st draw me in as Rooks their Cullies do, to make 
me venture all my stock of Love, and then you turn me 
out despis'd and poor [Offers to go. 

La Nu. You think you're gone now 

Will. Not all thy Arts nor Charms shall hold me longer. 

La Nu. I must submit and can you part thus from 
me ? [Pulls him. 

Will. I can nay, by Heaven, I will not turn, nor look 
at thee. No, when I do, or trust that faithless Tongue 
again may I be 

La Nu. Oh do not swear 

Will. Ever curst [Breaks from her^ she holds him. 

La Nu. You shall not go Plague of this needless 
Pride. [Aside. 

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stay and I'll follow all the dictates of my Love. 

Will. Oh never hope to flatter me to faith again. 

[His back to her, she holding him. 

La Nu. I must, I will ; what wou'd you have me do ? 

Will, [turning softly to her.~\ Never deceive me more, 
it may be fatal to wind me up to an impatient height, then 
dash my eager Hopes. [Sighing. 

Forgive my roughness and be kind, La Nuche^ I know 
thou wo't 

La Nu. Will you then be ever kind and true? 

Will. Ask thy own Charms, and to confirm thee more, 
yield and disarm me quite. 

La Nu. Will you not marry then ? for tho you never 
can be mine that way, I cannot think that you should be 

Will. No more delays, by Heaven, 'twas but a trick. 

La Nu. And will you never see that Woman neither, 
whom you're this Night to visit? 

Will. Damn all the rest of thy weak Sex, when thou 
look'st thus, and art so soft and charming. 

[Offers to lead her out. 

La Nu. Sancho my Coach. [ Turns in scorn. 

Will. Take heed, what mean ye ? 

La Nu. Not to be pointed at by all the envying Women 
of the Town, who'l laugh and cry, Is this the high-priz'd 
Lady, now fall'n so low, to doat upon a Captain ? a poor 
disbanded Captain ? defend me from that Infamy. 

Will. Now all the Plagues but yet I will not curse 
thee, 'tis lost on thee, for thou art destin'd damn'd. 

[Going out. 

La Nu. Whither so fast ? 

Will. Why, I am so indifferent grown, that I can tell 
thee now to a Woman, young, fair and honest ; she'll 
be kind and thankful farewel, Jilt now should'st thou 
die for one sight more of me, thou should'st not ha't ; nay, 
should'st thou sacrifice all thou hast couzen'd other 

[ACT iv, sc. i THE BANISH'D CAVALIERS 1 7 1 

Coxcombs of, to buy one single visit, I am so proud, by 

Heaven, thou shouldst not have it To grieve thee more, 

see here, insatiate Woman [Shews her a Purse or hands full 

of Gold] the Charm that makes me lovely in thine Eyes: 

it had all been thine hadst thou not basely bargain'd with 

me, now 'tis the Prize of some well-meaning Whore, 

whose Modesty will trust my Generosity. [Goes out. 

La Nu. Now I cou'd rave, t'have lost an opportunity 

(which industry nor chance can give again when on the 

yielding point, a cursed fit of Pride comes cross my Soul, 

land stops the kind Career I'll follow him, yes I'll follow 

j him, even to the Arms of her to whom he's gone. 

Aur. Madam, 'tis dark, and we may meet with Insolence. 
La Nu. No matter : Sancho, let the Coach go home, 
and do you follow me 

Women may boast their Honour and their Pride, 

But Love soon lays those feebler Powr^s aside. [Exeunt. 


SCENE I. The Street^ or Backside of the Piazza dark. 
Enter Willmore alone. 

Will. A Pox upon this Woman that has jilted me, and 
(I for being a fond believing Puppy to be in earnest with 

so great a Devil. Where be these Coxcombs too? this 
! Blunt and Fetherfool? when a Man needs 'em not, they 

are plaguing him with their unseasonable Jests could I 
; but light on them, I would be very drunk to night but 
; first I'll try my Fortune with this Woman let me see 

hereabouts is the Door. [Gropes about for the Door. 

Enter Beaumond, followed by La Nuche, and Sancho. 

La Nu. 'Tis he, I know it by his often and uneasy 

Beau. And shall I home and sleep upon my injury, 
whilst this more happy Rover takes my right away ? no, 

172 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT iv 

damn me then for a cold senseless Coward. 

[Pauses and pulh out a Key. 

Will. This Damsel, by the part o'th' Town she lives 
in, shou'd be of Quality, and therefore can have no dis 
honest design on me, it must be right down substantial 
Love, that's certain. 

Beau. Yet I'll in and arm my self for the Encounter, 
for 'twill be rough between us, tho we're Friends. 

[Groping about, finds the Door. 

Will. Oh, 'tis this I'm sure, because the Door is open. 
Beau. Hah who's there ? [Beau, advances to unlock 
the Door, runs against Will, draws. 
Will. That Voice isof Authority, some Husband, Lover,' 
or a Brother, on my Life this is a Nation of a word and 
a blow, therefore I'll betake me to Toledo [Draws. 
[Willmore in drawing hits his Sword against that of 
Beaumond, who turns and fights^ La Nuche runs 
into the Garden frighted. 
Beau. Hah, are you there? 
Sane. I'll draw in defence of the Captain 

[Sancho fights for Beau, and beats out Will. 
Will. Hah, two to one? [Turns and goes in. 

Beau. The Garden Door clapt to ; sure he's got in ; 
nay, then I have him sure. 

The Scene changes to a Garden^ La Nuche in it ; to her 
Beau, who takes hold of her sleeve. 

La Nu. Heavens, where am I ? 

Beau. Hah a Woman ! and by these Jewels should 

be Ariadne. \_feels.~\ 'Tis so ! Death, are all Women false ? 

[She struggles to get away, he holds her. 

Oh, 'tis in vain thou fly'st, thy Infamy will stay behind 

thee still. 

La Nil. Hah, 'tis Beaumond' s Voice ! 
Now for an Art to turn the trick upon him ; I must not 
lose his Friendship. [Aside. 


Enter Willmore softly , peeping behind. 

Will. What a Devil have we here, more Mischief yet ; 
hah my Woman with a Man I shall spoil all I 
[ever had an excellent knack of doing so. 

Beau. Oh Modesty, where art thou ? Is this the effect of 
all your put on Jealousy, that Mask to hide your own new 
ifalshood in ? New ! by Heaven, I believe thou'rt old in 
[cunning, that couldst contrive, so near thy Wedding-night, 
[this, to deprive me of the Rites of Love. 

La Nu. Hah, what says he ? {Aside. 

Will. How, a Maid, and young, and to be marry'd too ! 
la rare Wench this to contrive Matters so conveniently: 
fOh, for some Mischief now to send him neatly off. 


Beau. Now you are silent ; but you could talk to day 
f'.oudly of Virtue, and upbraid my Vice : oh how you hated 
i young keeping Husband, whom neither Beauty nor 
aHonour in a Wife cou'd oblige to reason oh, damn your 
ijHonour, 'tis that's the sly pretence of all your domineering 
I nsolent Wives Death what didst thou see in me, should 
.make thee think that I would be a tame contented Cuck- 
pld ? [Going) she holds him. 

La Nu. I must not lose this lavish loving Fool {Aside. 

Will. So, I hope he will be civil and withdraw, and 
leave me in possession 

Beau. No, tho my Fortune should depend on thee ; nay, 
I ill my hope of future happiness by Heaven, I scorn to 
i, narry thee, unless thou couldst convince me thou wer't 
lionest a Whore ! Death, how it cools my Blood 

Will. And fires mine extremely 

La Nu. Nay, then I am provok'd tho I spoil all 


And is a Whore a thing so much despis'd ? 
Turn back, thou false forsworn turn back, and blush at 
j:hy mistaken folly. {He stands amaz'd. 

Beau, La Nuchel 

174 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT iv 

Enter Aria, peeping, advancing cautiously undrest, Luc. 

Aria. Oh, he is here Lucia^ attend me in the Orange- 
grove \_Ex. Lucia. 
Hah, a Woman with him ! 

Will. Hum what have we here ? another Damsel ? 
she's gay too, and seems young and handsom sure one 
of these will fall to my share ; no matter which, so I am 
sure of one. 

La Nu. Who's silent now ? are you struck dumb with 
Guilt? thou shame to noble Love; thou scandal to all 
brave Debauchery, thou Fop of Fortune ; thou slavish Heir 
to Estate and Wife, born rich and damn'd to Matrimony. 

Will. Egad, a noble Wench I am divided yet. 

La Nu. Thou formal Ass disguis'd in generous Leud- 
ness,see when the Vizor's off, how sneakingly that empty 
form appears Nay 'tis thy own Make much on't, marry 
with it, and be damn'd. [Offers to go. 

Will. I hope she'll beat him for suspecting her. 

\Iie holds her^ she turns. 

Aria. Hah who the Devil can these be ? 

La Nu. What silly honest Fool did you mistake me 
for? what senseless modest thing? Death, am I grown so 
despicable ? have I deserv'd no better from thy Love than 
to be taken for a virtuous Changeling? 

Will. Egad, 'twas an Affront. \_Aside. 

La Nu. I'm glad I've found thee out to be an errant 
Coxcomb, one that esteems a Woman for being chaste 
forsooth ! 'Sheart, I shall have thee call me pious shortly, 
a most religious Matron ! 

Will. Egad, she has reason \_Aside. 

Beau. Forgive me for I took ye for another. [Sighing. 

La Nu. Oh did you so ? it seems you keep fine Com 
pany the while Death, that I should e'er be seen with 
such a vile Dissembler, with one so vain, so dull and sc 
impertinent, as can be entertain'd by honest Women ! 


Will. A Heavenly Soul, and to my Wish, were I but 
Uure of her. 

Beau. Oh you do wondrous well t'accuse me first ! yes, 
|[ am a Coxcomb a confounded one, to doat upon so false 
h Prostitute ; nay to love seriously, and tell it too : yet such 
[in amorous Coxcomb I was born, to hate the Enjoyment 
hf the loveliest Woman, without I have the Heart : the 
Fond soft Prattle, and the lolling Dalliance, the Frowns, 
[:he little Quarrels, and the kind Degrees of making Peace 
kgain, are Joys which I prefer to all the sensual, whilst I 
Endeavour to forget the Whore, and pay my Vows to Wit, 
I o Youth and Beauty. 

Aria. Now hang me, if it be not Beaumond. 

Beau. Would any Devil less than common Woman 
fcave serv'd me as thou didst ? say, was not this my Night? 
Iny paid for Night ? my own by right of Bargain, and by 
I jOve ? and hast not thou deceiv'd me for a Stranger ? 

Will. So make me thankful, then she will be kind. 

\_Hugs himself. 

Beau. Was this done like a Whore of Honour think 
I'er and would not such an Injury make me forswear all 
I oys of Womankind, and marry in mere spite? 

La Nu. Why where had been the Crime had I been kind ? 

Beau. Thou dost confess it then. 

La Nu. Why not ? 

Beau. Those Bills of Love the oftner paid and drawn, 
a riake Women better Merchants than Lovers. 

La Nu. And 'tis the better Trade. 

Will. Oh Pox, there she dasht all again. I find they 
lalm upon't, and will agree, therefore I'll bear up to this 
Imall Frigate and lay her aboard. [Goes to Ariadne. 

La Nu. However I'm glad the Vizor's off; you might 
rjj ave fool'd me on, and sworn I was the only Conqueror 
j| f your Heart, had not Good-nature made me follow you, 
|;p undeceive your false Suspicions of me : How have you 
ijworn never to marry? how rail'd at Wives, and satir'd 

176 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT iv 

Fools oblig'd to Wedlock ? And now at last, to thy eternal 
Shame, thou hast betray'd thy self to be a most pernicious 
honourable Lover, a perjur'd honest nay, a very Hus 
band. [Turns away, he holds her. 

Aria. Hah, sure 'tis the Captain. 

Will. Prithee, Child, let's leave 'em to themselves, they '1 
agree matters I'll warrant them when they are alone ; and 
let us try how Love and Good-nature will provide for us 

Aria. Sure he cannot know me ? Us ! pray who are 
you, and who am I ? 

Will. Why look ye, Child, I am a very honest civi 
Fellow, for my part, and thou'rt a Woman for thine ; am 
I desire to know no more at present. 

Aria. 'Tis he, and knows not me to be the same he 
appointed to day Sir, pursue that Path on your righ 
Hand, that Grove of Orange-Trees, and I'll follow you 

Will. Kind and civil prithee make haste, dear Child 

[Exit. Will 

Beau. And did you come to call me back again ? 


La Nu. No matter, you are to be marry 'd, Sir 

Beau. No more, 'tis true, to please my Uncle, I have 
talk'd of some such thing ; but I'll pursue it no farther, sc 
thou wilt yet be mine, and mine intirely I hate this 
Ariadne for a Wife by Heaven I do. 

Aria. A very plain Confession. [Claps him on the back 

Beau. Ariadne ! 

La Nu. I'm glad of this, now I shall be rid of him. 


How is't, Sir ? I see you struggle hard 'twixt Love anc 
Honour, and I'll resign my Place 

[Offers to go, Ariadne pulls her back 

Aria. Hold, if she take him not away, I shall disappoin 
my Man faith, I'll not be out-done in Generosity. 

[Gives him to La Nuche 


Here Love deserves him best and I resign him Pox 
on't I'm honest, tho that's no fault of mine ; 'twas Fortune 
who has made a worse Exchange, and you and I should suit 
most damnably together. [To Beau. 

Beau. I am sure there's something in the Wind, she 
being in the Garden, and the Door left open. [Aside. 
Yes, I believe you are willing enough to part with me, 
when you expect another you like better. 

Aria. I'm glad I was before-hand with you then. 

Beau. Very good, and the Door was left open to give 
admittance to a Lover. 

Aria. 'Tis visible it was to let one in to you, false as 
you are. 

La Nu. Faith, Madam, you mistake my Constitution, 
my Beauty and my Business is only to be belov'd not to 
love ; I leave that Slavery for you Women of Quality, who 
must invite, or die without the Blessing ; for likely the 
Fool you make choice of wants Wit or Confidence to ask 
first ; you are fain to whistle before the Dogs will fetch 
and carry, and then too they approach by stealth : and 
having done the Drudgery, the submissive Curs are turn'd 
out for fear of dirtying your Apartment, or that the 
Mungrils should scandalize ye ; whilst all my Lovers of the 
noble kind throng to adore and fill my Presence daily, gay 
as if each were triumphing for Victory. 

Aria. Ay this is something ; what a poor sneaking thing 
an honest Woman is ! 

La Nu. And if we chance to love still, there's a differ 
ence, your Hours of Love are like the Deeds of Darkness, 
and mine like cheerful Birds in open Day. 

Aria. You may, you have no Honour to lose. 

La Nu. Or if I had, why should I double the Sin by 
Hypocrisy ? 

[Lucia squeaks within^ crying^ help^ help. 

Aria. Heavens, that's Lucia's Voice. 

Beau. Hah, more caterwauling ? 

I N 

178 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT iv 

Enter Lucia In haste. 

Luc. Oh, Madam, we're undone ; and, Sir, for Heaven's 
sake do you retire. 

Beau. What's the matter ? 

Luc. Oh you have brought the most villainous mad 
Friend with you he found me sitting on a Bank and 
did so ruffle me. 

Aria. Death, she takes Beaumond for the Stranger, and 
will ruin me. 

Luc. Nay, made love so loud, that my Lord your Father- 
in-law, who was in his Cabinet, heard us from the Orange- 
Grove, and has sent to search the Garden and should 
he find a Stranger with you do but you retire, Sir, and 
all's well yet. [To Beaumond. 

Aria. The Devil's in her Tongue. [Aside. 

Luc. For if Mr. Beaumond be in the House, we shall 
have the Devil to do with his Jealousy. 
Aria. So, there 'tis out. 

Beau. She takes me for another I am jilted every where 
what Friend ? I brought none with me. 
Madam, do you retire [To La Nuche. 

La Nu. Glad of my Freedom too [Goes out. 

[A clashing of Swords within. Enter Willm. fighting, 
prest back by three or four Men, and Abevile, Aria. 
and Luc. run out. 

Beau. Hah, set on by odds ; hold, tho thou be'st my 
Rival, I will free thee, on condition thou wilt meet me to 
morrow morning in the Piazza by day break. [Puts him 
self between their Swords, and speaks to Will, aside. 
Will. By Heaven I'll do it. 

Beau. Retire in safety then, you have your pass. 
Abev. Fall on, fall on, the number is increas'd. 

[Fall on Beau. 
Beau. Rascals, do you not know me ? 

[Falls in with 'em and beats them back, and goes out 
with them. 


Will. Nay, and you be so well acquainted, I'll leave you 
unfortunate still I am ; my own well meaning, but ill 
Management, is my eternal Foe : Plague on 'em, they have 
wounded me yet not one drop of Blood's departed from 
me that warm'd my Heart for Woman, and I'm not willing 
to quit this Fairy-ground till some kind Devil have been 
civil to me. 

Enter Ariadne and Lucia. 

Aria. I say, 'tis he : thou'st made so many dull Mistakes 
to Night, thou darest not trust thy Senses when they're true 
How do you, Sir? 

Will. That Voice has Comfort in't, for 'tis a Woman's : 
hah, more Interruption ? 

Aria. A little this way, Sir. 

\_Ex. Aria, and Will, into the Garden. 
Enter Beaumond, Abevile in a submissive Posture. 

Beau. No more excuses By all these Circumstances, 
I know this Ariadne is a Gipsy. What difference then 
beween a money-taking Mistress and her that gives her 
Love? only perhaps this sins the closer by't, and talks of 
Honour more : What Fool wou'd be a Slave to empty 
Name, or value Woman for dissembling well? I'll to 
La Nuche the honester o'th' two Abevile get me my 
Musick ready, and attend me at La Nuche'' s. \_Ex. severally. 

Luc. He's gone, and to his Mistress too. 

Enter Ariadne pursued by Willmore. 

Will. My little Daphne^ 'tis in vain to fly, unless like 
her, you cou'd be chang'd into a Tree : Apollo's self pursu'd 
not with more eager Fire than I. [Holds her. 

Aria. Will you not grant a Parly e'er I yield ? 

Will. I'm better at a Storm. 

Aria. Besides, you're wounded too. 

Will. Oh leave those Wounds of Honour to my Surgeon, 
thy Business is to cure those of Love. Your true bred 
Soldier ever fitrhts with the more heat for a Wound or two. 

180 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT iv 

Aria. Hardly in Venus Wars. 

Will. Her self ne'er thought so when she snatcht her 
Joys between the rough Encounters of the God of War. 
Come, let's pursue the Business we came for : See the kind 
Night invites, and all the ruffling Winds are husht and still, 
only the Zephirs spread their tender Wings, courting in 
gentle Murmurs the gay Boughs ; 'twas in a Night like 
this, Diana taught the Mysteries of Love to the fair Boy 
Endymion. I am plaguy full of History and Simile to night. 

Aria. You see how well he far'd for being modest. 

Will. He might be modest, but 'twas not over-civil to 
put her Goddessship to asking first ; thou seest I'm better 
bred Come let's haste to silent Grots that attend us, dark 
Groves where none can see, and murmuring Fountains. 

Aria. Stay, let me consider first, you are a Stranger, 
inconstant too as Island Winds, and every day are fighting 
for your Mistresses, of which you've had at least four since 
I saw you first, which is not a whole day. 

Will. I grant ye, before I was a Lover I ran at random, 
but I'll take up now, be a patient Man, and keep to one 
Woman a Month. 

Aria. A Month ! 

Will. And a fair Reason, Child ; time was, I wou'd 
have worn one Shirt, or one pair of Shoos so long as have 
let the Sun set twice upon the same Sin : but see the Power 
of Love ; thou hast bewitched me, that's certain. 

Aria. Have a care of giving me the ascendent over ye, 
for fear I make ye marry me. 

Will. Hold, I bar that cast, Child ; no, I'm none of 
those Spirits that can be conjur'd into a Wedding-ring, 
and dance in the dull matrimonial Circle all my Days. 

Aria. But what think you of a hundred thousand 
Crowns, and a Beauty of sixteen ? 

Will. As of most admirable Blessings : but harkye, 
Child, I am plaguily afraid thou'rt some scurvy honest 
thing of Quality by these odd Questions of thine, and hast 
some wicked Design upon my Body. 


Aria. What, to have and to hold I'll warrant. No 
Faith, Sir, Maids of my Quality expect better Jointures 
than a Buff-coat, Scarf and Feather : such Portions as mine 
are better Ornaments in a Family than a Captain and his 

Will. Why well said, now thou hast explain'd thy self 
like a Woman of Honour Come, come, let's away. 

Aria. Explain my self! How mean ye? 

Will. Thou say'st I am not fit to marry thee and 
I believe this Assignation was not made to tell me so, nor 
yet to hear me whistle to the Birds. 

Aria. Faith no, I saw you, lik'd ye, and had a mind to ye. 

Will. Ay, Child 

Aria. In short, I took ye for a Man of Honour. 

Will. Nay, if I tell the Devil take me. 

Aria. I am a Virgin in Distress. 

Will. Poor Heart. 

Aria. To be marry'd within a Day or two to one I 
like not. 

Will. Hum and therefore wouldst dispose of a small 
Virgin Treasure (too good for silly Husbands) in a Friend's 
Hands : faith, Child I was ever a good religious charitable 
Christian, and shall acquit my self as honestly and piously 
in this Affair as becomes a Gentleman. 

Enter Abevile with Mustek. 

Abev. Come away, are ye all arm'd for the Business ? 

Aria. Hah, arm'd ! we are surpriz'd again. 

Will. Fear not. [Draws. 

Aria. Oh God, Sir, haste away, you are already wounded : 
but I conjure you, as a Man of Honour, be here at the 
Garden Gate to night again, and bring a Friend, in case 
of Danger, with you ; and if possible I'll put my self into 
your Hands, for this Night's Work has ruin'd me . 
[Speaking quick^ and pushing him forwards runs off. 

Abev. My Master sure not gone yet [Peeping advancing. 

1 82 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT iv 

Will. Rascals, tho you are odds, you'll find hot Work 
in vanquishing. \_Falh on ''em. 

Abev. Hold, Sir, I am your Page. Do you not know 
me ? and these the Musick you commanded shall I carry 
'em where you order'd, Sir ? 

Will. They take me for some other, this was lucky. 


O, aye 'tis well I'll follow but whither ? Plague of 
my dull Mistakes, the Woman's gone yet stay [Calls 'em. 
For now I think on't, this Mistake may help me to another 
stay I must dispose of this mad Fire about me, which 
all these Disappointments cannot lay Oh for some young 
kind Sinner in the nick How I cou'd souse upon her like 
a Bird of Prey, and worry her with Kindness. [Aside. 
Go on, I follow. [Exeunt. 

Scene changes to La Nuche's House. 
Enter Petronella and Aurelia with Light. 

Aur. Well, the Stranger is in Bed, and most impatiently 
expects our Patrona, who is not yet returned. 

Pet. Curse of this Love ! I know she's in pursuit of this 
Rover, this English Piece of Impudence ; Pox on 'em, I 
know nothing good in the whole Race of 'em, but giving 
all to their Shirts when they're drunk. What shall we do, 
Aurelia ? This Stranger must not be put off, nor Carlo 
neither, who has fin'd again as if for a new Maidenhead. 

Aur. You are so covetous, you might have put 'em off, 
but now 'tis too late. 

Pet. Put off! Are these Fools to be put off think ye? 
a fine Fop Englishman^ and an old doating Grandee ? 
No, I cou'd put the old trick on 'em still, had she been 
here but to have entertain'd 'em : but hark, one knocks, 
'tis Carlo on my Life 

Enter Carlo, gives Petronella Gold. 
Car. Let this plead for me. 


Pet. Sweet Don, you are the most eloquent Person. 

Car. I would regale to night I know it is not mine, 
but I've sent five hundred Crowns to purchase it, because 
I saw another bargaining for't ; and Persons of my Quality 
must not be refus'd : you apprehend me. 

Pet. Most rightly that was the Reason then she came so 
out of Humour home and is gone to Bed in such asullen Fit. 

Car. To Bed, and all alone ! I would surprize her there. 
Oh how it pleases me to think of stealing into her Arms 
like a fine Dream, Wench, hah. 

Aur. 'Twill be a pleasant one, no doubt. 

Pet. He lays the way out how he'll be cozen'd. \_Aside. 
The Seigniora perhaps may be angry, Sir, but I'll venture 
that to accommodate you ; and that you may surprize her 
the more readily, be pleased to stay in my Chamber, till 
you think she may be asleep. 

Car. Thou art a perfect Mistress of thy Trade. 

Pet. So, now will I to the Seigniora's Bed my self, drest 
and perfum'd, and finish two good Works at once; earn 
five hundred Crowns, and keep up the Honour of the 
House. \_Aside.~\ Softly, sweet Don. \_Lights him out. 

Aur. And I will do two more good things, and disap 
point your Expectations; jilt the young English Fool, and 
have old Carlo well bang'd, if t'other have any Courage. 

Enter La Nuche in Rage, and Sancho. 

La Nu. Aurelia, help, help me to be reveng'd upon this 
wretched unconsidering Heart. 

Aur. Heavens, have you made the Rover happy, Madam ? 

La Nu. Oh wou'd I had ! or that or any Sin wou'd 
change this Rage into some easier Passion : Sickness and 
Poverty, Disgrace and Pity, all met in one, were kinder 
than this Love, this raging Fire of a proud amorous Heart. 

Enter Petronella. 

Pet. Heavens, what's the matter? 
Aur. Here's Petronella, dissemble but your Rage a little. 

184 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT iv 

La Nu. Damn all dissembling now, it is too late ] 
The Tyrant Love reigns absolute within, 
And I am lost, Aurelia. 

Pet. How, Love ! forbid it Heaven \ will Love maintain ye? 

La Nu. Curse on your Maxims, will they ease my 
Heart ? Can your wise Counsel fetch me back my Rover ? 

Pet. Hah, your Rover, a Pox upon him. 

La Nu. He's gone gone to the Arms of some gay 
generous Maid, who nobly follows Love's diviner Dictates, 
whilst I 'gainst Nature studying thy dull Precepts, and to 
be base and infamously rich, have barter'd all the Joys of 
human Life Oh give me Love : I will be poor and love. 

Pet. She's lost but hear me 

La Nu. I won't, from Childhood thou hast trained me 
up in Cunning, read Lectures to me of the use of Man, 
but kept me from the knowledge of the Right ; taught me 
to jilt, to flatter and deceive : and hard it was to learn th' 
ungrateful Lessons. But oh how soon plain Nature taught 
me Love, and shew'd me all the cheat of thy false Tenents 
No give me Love with any other Curse. 

Pet. But who will give you that when you are poor ? 
when you are wretchedly despis'd and poor? 

La Nu. Hah ! 

Pet. Do you not daily see fine Clothes, rich Furniture, 
Jewels and Plate are more inviting than Beauty unadorn'd ? 
be old, diseas'd, deform'd, be any thing, so you be rich 
and splendidly attended, you'll find your self lov'd and 
ador'd by all But I'm an old fool still Well, Petronella, 
had'st thou been half as industrious in thy Youth as in 
thy Age thou hadst not come to this. \_Weeps. 

La Nu. She's in the right. 

Pet. What can this mad poor Captain do for you, 
love you whilst you can buy him Breeches, and then leave 
you ? A Woman has a sweet time on't with any Soldier- 
Lover of 'em all, with their Iron Minds, and Buff Hearts ; 
feather'd Inamorato's have nothing that belongs to Love 
but his Wings, the Devil clip 'em for Petronella. 


La Nu. True he can ne'er be constant. [Pausing. 

Pet. Heaven forbid he should ! No, if you are so 
unhappy as that you must have him, give him a Night or 
two and pay him for't, and send him to feed again : But 
for your Heart, 'Sdeath, I would as soon part with my 
Beauty, or Youth, and as necessary a Tool 'tis for your 
Trade A Curtezan and love ! but all my Counsel's 
thrown away upon ye. \Weeps. 

La Nu. No more, I will be rul'd I will be wise, be 
rich ; and since I must yield somewhere, and some time, 
Beaumond shall be the Man, and this the Night ; he's hand- 
som, young, and lavishly profuse : This Night he comes, 
and I'll submit to Interest. Let the gilded Apartment be 
made ready, and strew it o'er with Flowers, adorn my Bed 
of State ; let all be fine ; perfume my Chamber like the 
Phoenix's Nest, I'll be luxurious in my Pride to Night, and 
make the amorous prodigal Youth my Slave. 

Pet. Nobly resolv'd ! and for these other two who wait 
your coming, let me alone to manage. [Goes out. 

Scene changes to a Chamber , discovers Fetherfool in Bed. 

Feth. This Gentlewoman is plaguy long in coming : 
some Nicety now, some perfum'd Smock, or Point Night- 
Clothes to make her more lovely in my Eyes : Well, these 
Women are right City Cooks, they stay so long to garnish 
the Dish, till the Meat be cold but hark, the Door opens. 

Enter Carlo softly^ half undrest. 

Car. This Wench stays long, and Love's impatient; 
this is the Chamber of La Nuche^ I take it : If she be 
awake, I'll let her know who I am ; if not, I'll steal a Joy 
before she thinks of it. 

Feth. Sure 'tis she, pretty modest Rogue, she comes 
i'th' dark to hide her Blushes hum, I'm plaguy eloquent 
o'th' sudden who's there ? [Whispering. 

Car. 'Tis I, my Love. 

Feth. Hah, sweet Soul, make haste. There 'twasagain. 

1 86 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT iv 

Car. So kind, sure she takes me for some other, or has 
some inkling of my Design [To himself. 

Where are you, Sweetest ? 

Feth. Here, my Love, give me your Hand 

[Puts out his Hand ; Carlo kneels and kisses it. 

Car. Here let me worship the fair Shrine before I dare 

approach so fair a Saint. \_Kisses the Hand. 

Feth. Hah, what a Pox have we here ? wou'd I were 

well out o' t'other side perhaps 'tis her Husband, and 

then I'm a dead Man, if I'm discover'd. 

[Removes to father side. Carlo holds his Hand. 

Car. Nay, do not fly I know you took me for some 

happier Person. [Feth. struggles, Car. rises and takes him 

in his Arms, and kisses him. 

Feth. What, will you ravish me ? [In a shrill Voice. 
Car. Hah, that Voice is not La Nuche's Lights there, 

Feth. Nay, I can hold a bearded Venus, Sir, as well as 
any Man. {Holds Carlo. 

Car. What art thou, Rogue, Villain, Slave? 

[They fall to Cuffs, and fight till they are bloody, fall 
from the Bed and fight on the Floor. 

Enter Petronella, Sancho, and Aurelia. 

Pet. Heaven, what noise is this ? we are undone, part 
'em, Sancho. [ They part 'em. 

Feth. Give me my Sword ; nay, give me but a Knife, 
that I may cut yon Fellow's Throat 

Car. Sirrah, I'm a Grandee, and a Spaniard, and will 
be reveng'd. 

Feth. And I'm an English-man, and a Justice, and will 
have Law, Sir. 

Pet. Say 'tis her Husband, or any thing to get him 
hence. [Aside to Sancho, who whispers him. 

These English, Sir, are Devils, and on my Life 'tis unknown 
to the Seigniora that he's i'th' House. [To Carlo aside. 


Car. Come, I'm abus'd, but I must put it up for fear of 
my Honour ; a Statesman's Reputation is a tender thing : 
Convey me out the back way. I'll be reveng'd. [Goes out. 

Feth. (Aurelia w hispers to him aside.} How, her Husband ! 
Prithee convey me out ; my Clothes, my Clothes, quickly 

Aur. Out, Sir ! he has lock'd the Door, and designs to 
have ye murder'd. 

Feth. Oh, gentle Soul take pity on me where, oh 
what shall I do? my Clothes, my Sword and Money. 

Aur. Quickly, Sancho, tie a Sheet to the Window, and 
let him slide down by that Be speedy, and we'll throw 
your Clothes out after ye. Here, follow me to the Window. 

Feth. Oh, any whither, any whither. That I could not 
be warn'd from whoring in a strange Country, by my 
Friend Ned Blunfs Example if I can but keep it secret 
now, I care not. [Exeunt. 

Scene, the Street, a Sheet ty*d to the Balcony, and Feth. 
sitting cross to slide down. 

Feth. So now your Neck, or your Throat, chuse ye 
either, wise Mr. Nicholas Fetherfool But stay, I hear 
Company. Now dare not I budg an Inch. 

Enter Beaumond alone. 

Beau. Where can this Rascal, my Page, be all this 
while ? I waited in the Piazza so long, that I believed he 
had mistook my Order, and gone directly to La Nuche's 
House but here's no sign of him 

Feth. Hah I hear no noise, I'll venture down. 

[Goes halfway down and stops. 

Enter Abevile, Harlequin, Mustek and Willmore. 

Will. Whither will this Boy conduct me? but since 
to a Woman, no matter whither 'tis. 

Feth. Hah, more Company ; now dare not I stir up 
nor down, they may be Bravoes to cut my Throat. 

Beau. Oh sure these are they 

1 88 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACTIV, sc. i 

Will. Come, my Heart, lose no time, but tune your 
Pipes. [Harlequin plays on his Guittar, and sings. 

Beau. How, sure this is some Rival. 

[Goes near and listens. 

Will. Harkye, Child, hast thou ne'er an amorous Ditty, 
short and sweet, hah 

Abev. Shall I not sing that you gave me, Sir? 

Will. I shall spoil all with hard Questions Ay, Child 
that that. [Abev. sings, Beau, listens, and seems 

angry the while. 


A Pox upon this needless Scorn ! 
Silvia, for shame the Cheat give o 'er ; 
The end to which the fair are born, 
Is not to keep their Charms in store, 
But lavishly dispose in haste. 
Of Joys which none but Youth improve'. 
Joys which decay when Beauty's past : 
And who when Beauty's past will love ? 

When Age those Glories shall deface, 
Revenging all your cold Disdain, 
And Silvia shall neglected pass, 
By every once admiring Swain ; 
And we can only Pity pay, 
When you in vain too late shall burn : 
If Love increase, and Youth delay, 
Ah, Silvia, who will make return ? 

Then haste, my Silvia, to the Grove, 
Where all the Sweets of May conspire, 
To teach us every Art of Love, 
And raise our Charms of Pleasure higher ; 
Where, whilst imbracing we should lie 
Loosely in Shades, on Banks of Flowers : 
The duller World whilst we defy, 
Years will be Minutes, Ages Hours. 


Beau. 'Sdeath, that's my Page's Voice: Who the 
Devil is't that ploughs with my Heifer ! 
Aur. Don Henrick, Don Henrick 

[The Door opens. Beau, goes up tai't ; Will, puts him 

by, and offers to go in, he pulls him back. 
Will. How now, what intruding Slave art thou? 
Beau. What Thief art thou that basely, and by dark, 
rob'st me of all my Rights ? 

[Strikes him, they fight, and Blows light on 

Fetherfool who hangs down. 

[Sancho throws Fetherfool's Clothes out, Harlequin 
takes 'em up in confusion ; they fight out Beaumond, 
all go off", but Will, gets into the House : Harlequin 
and Feth. remain. Feth. gets down, runs against 
Harlequin in the dark, both seem frighted. 
Harl. Que questo. 

Feth. Ay, un pouer dead Home, murder'd, kill'd. 
Harl. (In Italian.} You are the first dead Man I ever 
saw walk. 

Feth. Hah, Seignior Harlequin! 
Harl. Seignior Nicholas ! 

Feth. A Pox Nicholas ye, I have been mall'd and beaten 
within doors, and hang'd and bastinado'd without doors, 
lost my Clothes, my Money, and all my Moveables ; but 
this is nothing to the Secret taking Air. Ah, dear Seignior, 
convey me to the Mountebanks, there I may have Recruit 
and Cure under one. 


SCENE I. A Chamber. 

La Nuche on a Couch in an Undress, Willmore at her Feet, 

on his Knees, all unbraced : his Hat, Sword, &c. on the 

Table, at which she is dressing her Head. 

Will. Oh Gods ! no more ! 
I see a yielding in thy charming Eyes ; 

190 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT v 

The Blushes on thy Face, thy trembling Arms, 
Thy panting Breast, and short-breath'd Sighs confess, 
Thou wo't be mine, in spite of all thy Art. 

La Nu. What need you urge my Tongue then to repeat 
What from my Eyes you can so well interpret ? 

[Bowing down her Head to htm and sighing. 
Or if it must dispose me as you please 

Will. Heaven, I thank thee ! [Rises with Joy. 

Who wou'd not plough an Age in Winter Seas, 
Or wade full seven long Years in ruder Camps, 
To find out this Rest at last ? [Leans on, and kisses her Bosom. 
Upon thy tender Bosom to repose ; 
To gaze upon thy Eyes, and taste thy Balmy Kisses, 

[Kisses her. 

Sweeter than everlasting Groves of Spices, 
When the soft Winds display the opening Buds : 
Come, haste, my Soul, to Bed 

La Nu. You can be soft I find, when you wou'd con 
quer absolutely. 

Will. Not infant Angels, not young sighing Cupids 
Can be more ; this ravishing Joy that thou hast promis'd me, 
Has form'd my Soul to such a Calm of Love, 
It melts e'en at my Eyes. 

La Nu. What have I done ? that Promise will undo me. 
This Chamber was prepar'd, and I was drest, 
To give Admittance to another Lover. 

Will. But Love and Fortune both were on my side 
Come, come to Bed consider nought but Love 

[ They going out, one knocks. 

La Nu. Hark ! 

Beau, (without.} By Heav'n I will have entrance. 

La Nu. 'Tis he whom I expect ; as thou lov'st Life 
And me, retire a little into this Closet. 

Will. Hah, retire ! 

La Nu. He's the most fiercely jealous of his Sex, 
And Disappointment will inrage him more. 


Will. Death : let him rage whoe'er he be ; dost think 
['11 hide me from him, and leave thee to his Love? 
shall I, pent up, thro the thin Wainscot hear 

Sighs, your amorous Words, and sound of Kisses? 
Sfo, if thou canst cozen me, do't, but discreetly, 
\nd I shall think thee true : 

have thee now, and when I tamely part 
LVith thee, may Cowards huff and bully me. [Knocks again. 

La Nu. And must I be undone because I love ye ? 
Ifhis is the Mine from whence I fetcht my Gold. 

Damn the base Trash : I'll have thee poor, and 
mine ; 

'is nobler far, to starve with him thou lov'st 
'han gay without, and pining all within. [Knocking, 

breaking the Door, Will, snatches up his Sword. 
La Nu. Heavens, here will be murder done he must 
lot see him. \_As Beau, breaks open the Door, she runs 

away with the Candle, they are by dark, 
Beau, enters with his Sword drawn. 
Will. What art thou ? 
Beau. A Man. {They fight. 

Enter Petron. with Light, La NuchefoHowing, 
Beau, runs to her. 

>h thou false Woman, falser than thy Smiles, 
/"hich serve but to delude good-natur'd Man, 
nd when thou hast him fast, betray 'st his Heart ! 

Will. Beaumond! 

Beau. Willmorel Is it with thee I must tug for Empire ? 
or I lay claim to all this World of Beauty. 

[Takes La Nuche, looking with scorn on Willmore. 

La Nu. Heavens, how got this Ruffian in ? 

Will. Hold, hold, dear Harry, lay no Hands on her till 
ou can'st make thy Claim good. 

Beau. She's mine, by Bargain mine, and that's sufficient. 

Will. In Law perhaps, it may for ought I know, but 'tis 

192 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT 

not so in Love: but thou'rt my Friend, and I'll therefore 
give thee fair Play if thou canst win her take her : But a 
Sword and a Mistress are not to be lost, if a Man can 
keep 'em. 

Beau. I cannot blame thee, thou but acts thy self 
But thou fair Hypocrite, to whom I gave my Heart, 
And this exception made of all Mankind, 
Why would'st thou, as in Malice to my Love, 
Give it the only Wound that cou'd destroy it? 

Will. Nay, if thou didst forbid her loving me, I have 
her sure. 

Beau. I yield him many Charms ; he's nobly born, 
Has Wit, Youth, Courage, all that takes the Heart, 
And only wants what pleases Women's Vanity, 
Estate, the only good that I can boast : 
And that I sacrifice to buy thy Smiles. 

La Nu. See, Sir here's a much fairer Chapman you 
may be gone [To Will. 

Will. Faith, and so there is, Child, for me, I carry all 
about me, and that by Heaven is thine : I'll settle all upon 
thee, but my Sword, and that will buy us Bread. I've two 
led Horses too, one thou shalt manage, and follow me thro 

La Nu. A very hopeful comfortable Life ; 
No, I was made for better Exercises. 

Will. Why, every thing in its turn, Child, yet a Man's 
but a Man. 

Beau. No more, but if thou valuest her, 
Leave her to Ease and Plenty. 

Will. Leave her to Love, my Dear ; one hour of right- 
down Love, 

Is worth an Age of living dully on : 
What is't to be adorn'd and shine with Gold, 
Drest like a God, but never know the Pleasure ? 
No, no, I have much finer things in store for thee. 

[Hugs her. 


La Nu. What shall I do ? 
Here's powerful Interest prostrate at my Feet, 

[Pointing to Beau. 
Glory, and all than Vanity can boast ; 
But there Love unadorn'd, no covering but his Wings, 

[To Will. 

No Wealth, but a full Quiver to do mischiefs, 
Laughs at those meaner Trifles 

Beau. Mute as thou art, are not these Minutes mine ? 
But thou ah false hast dealt 'em out already, 
With all thy Charms of Love, to this unknown 
Silence and guilty Blushes say thou hast : 
He all disorder'd too, loose and undrest, 
With Love and Pleasure dancing in his Eyes, 
Tell me too plainly how thou hast deceiv'd me. 

La Nu. Or if I have not, 'tis a Trick soon done, 
And this ungrateful Jealousy wou'd put it in my Head. 


Beau. Wou'd ! by Heaven, thou hast he is not to be fool'd, 
Or sooth'd into belief of distant Joys, 
As easy as I have been : I've lost so kind 
An Opportunity, where' Night and Silence both 
Conspire with Love, had made him rage like Waves 
Blown up by Storms : no more I know he has 
Oh what, La Nuche ! robb'd me of all that I 
Have languish'd for 

La Nu. If it were so, you should not dare believe it 
\Angrily turns away y he kneels and holds her. 

Beau. Forgive me ; oh so very well I love, 
Did I not know that thou hadst been a Whore, 
I'd give thee the last proof of Love and marry thee. 

Will. The last indeed for there's an end of Loving ; 
Do, marry him, and be curst by all his Family : 
Marry him, and ruin him, that he may curse thee too. 
But hark ye, Friend, this is not fair ; 'tis drawing Sharps 
on a Man that's only arm'd with the defensive Cudgel, 
i o 

194 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT v 

I'm for no such dead doing Arguments ; if thou art for me, 
Child, it must be without the folly, for better for worse ; 
there's a kind of Nonsense in that Vow Fools only swallow. 

La Nu. But when I've worn out all my Youth and 
Beauty,and suffer'd every ill of Poverty, I shall be compell'd 
to begin the World again without a Stock to set up with. 
No faith, I'm for a substantial Merchant in Love, who can 
repay the loss of Time and Beauty ; with whom to make 
one thriving Voyage sets me up for ever, and I need never 
put to Sea again. [Comes to Beau. 

Beau. Nor be expos'd to Storms of Poverty, the Indies shall 
come to thee See here this is the Merchandize my Love 
affords. [ Gives her a Pearl, and Pendants of Diamond. 

La Nu. Look ye, Sir, will not these Pearls do better round 
my Neck, than those kind Arms of yours ? these Pendants in 
my Ears, than all the Tales of Love you can whisper there ? 

Will. So I am deceiv'd deal on for Trash and 
barter all thy Joys of Life for Baubles this Night presents 
me one Adventure more I'll try thee once again, incon 
stant Fortune ; and if thou fail'st me then I will forswear 
thee [Aside '.] Death, hadst thou lov'd my Friend for his 
own Value, I had esteem'd thee ; but when his Youth and 
Beauty cou'd not plead, to be the mercenary Conquest 
of his Presents, was poor, below thy Wit : I cou'd have 
conquer'd so, but I scorn thee at that rate my Purse shall 
never be my Pimp Farewel, Harry. 

Beau. Thou'st sham'd me out of Folly stay 

Will. Faith I have an Assignation with a Woman 
a Woman Friend ! young as the infant-day, and sweet as 
Roses e'er the Morning Sun have kiss'd their Dew away. 
She will not ask me Money neither. 

La Nu. Hah ! stay [Holds him^ and looks on him. 

Beau. She loves him, and her Eyes betray her Heart. 

Will. I am not for your turn, Child Death, I shall 
lose my Mistress fooling here I must be gone. 

[She holds him, he shakes his Head and sings. 


No, no, I will not hire your Bed, 

Nor Tenant to your Favours be ; 

I will not farm your White and Red, 

You shall not let your Love to me : 

I court a .Mistress not a Landlady. [bis. 

Beau. He's in the right ; and shall I waste my Youth 
and powerful Fortune on one who all this while has jilted 
me, seeing I was a lavish loving Fool ? No this Soul 
and Body shall not be divided \_Gives her to Will. 

Will. I am so much thy Friend, another time I might 
be drawn to take a bad Bargain off thy Hands but I have 
other Business at present : wo't do a kind thing, Harry, 
lend me thy Aid to carry off my Woman to night ? 'tis 
hard by in the Piazza, perhaps we may find Resistance. 

Beau. My self and Sword are yours. I have a Chair 
waits below too, may do you Service. 

Will. I thank ye Madam your Servant. 

La Nu. Left by both ! 

Beau. You see our Affairs are pressing. 

[Bows, and smiles carelesly. Ex. Will, singing, and Beau. 

La Nu. Gone ! where 'sail your Power, ye poor deluded 
Eyes? Curse on your feeble Fires, that cannot warm a 
Heart which every common Beauty kindles. Oh he is 
gone for ever. 

Enter Petronella. 

Pet. Yes, he is gone, to your eternal Ruin : not all the 
Race of Men cou'd have produc'd so bountiful and credu 
lous a Fool. 

La Nu. No, never ; fetch him back, my Petronella : 
Bring me my wild Inconstant, or I die [Puts her out. 

Pet. The Devil fetch him back for Petronella, is't he 
you mean ? you've had too much of him ; a Curse upon 
him, he'as ruin'd you. 

La Nu. He has, he shall, he must compleat my ruin. 

Pet. She raves, the Rogue has given her a Spanish Philtre. 

196 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT v 

La Nu. My Coach, my Veil or let 'em all alone ; 
undrest thus loosely to the Winds commit me to darkness, 
and no Guide but pitying Cupid. [Going out, Pet. holds her, 

Pet. What, are you mad ? 

La Nu. As Winds let loose, or Storms when they rage 
high. [Goes out. 

Pet. She's lost, and I'll shift for my self, seize all her 
Money and Jewels, of which I have the Keys ; and if 
Seignior Mountebank keeps his Word, be transform'd to 
Youth and Beauty again, and undo this La Nuche at her 
own Trade [Goes in. 

SCENE II. The Street. 
Enter Willmore, Beaumond, Chair following. 

Will. Set down the Chair ; you're now within call, I'll 
to the Garden-Door, and see if any Lady Bright appear 
Dear Beaumond^ stay here a minute, and if I find occasion, 
I'll give you the Word. 

Beau. 'Tis hard by my Lodgings ; if you want Con 
veniences, I have the Key of the Back-way through the 
Garden, whither you may carry your Mistress. 

Will. I thank thee let me first secure my Woman. 

[Goes out. 

Beau. I thought I'd lov'd this false, this jilting Fair, even 
above my Friendship ; but I find I can forgive this Rogue, 
tho I am sure he has rob'd me of my Joys. 

Enter Ariadne with a Casket of Jewels. 

Aria. Not yet ! a Devil on him, he's Dear-hearting it 
with some other kind Damsel Faith, 'tis most wickedly 
done of me to venture my Body with a mad unknown 
Fellow. Thus a little more Delay will put me into a 
serious Consideration, and I shall e'en go home again, sleep 
and be sober. [She walks about. 

Beau. Hah, a Woman ! Perhaps the same he looks for 
I'll counterfeit his Voice and try my Chance Fortune 
may set us even. 


Aria. Hah, is not that a Man ? Yes and a Chair 
waiting. [She peeps. 

Beau. Who's there ? 

Aria. A Maid. 

Beau. A Miracle Oh art thou come, Child ? 

Aria. 'Tis he, you are a civil Captain, are you not, to 
make a longing Maid expect thus? What Woman has 
detain'd you ? 

Beau. Faith, my Dear, tho Flesh and Blood be frail, yet 
the dear Hopes of thee has made me hold out with a Hercu 
lean Courage Stay, where shall I carry her ? not to my own 
Apartment ; Ariadne may surprize me : I'll to the Mounte 
bank here i'th' Piazza, he has a Cure for all things, even 
for longing Love, and for a Pistole or two will do Reason. 
Hah, Company : Here, step into this Chair. 

[She goes in, they go off just as Will, enters. 

Will. Hum, a Woman of Quality and jilt me Egad, 
that's strange now Well, who shall a Man trust in this 
wicked World ? 

Enter La Nuche as before. 

La Nu. This should be he, he saunters about like an 
expecting Lover. [Will, peeping and approaching. 

Will. By this Light a Woman, if she be the right 
but right or wrong so she be Feminine : harkye, Child, I 
fancy thee some kind thing that belongs to me. 

La Nu. Who are you? [/ a low tone. 

Will. A wandering Lover that has lost his Heart, and 
I have shreud Guess 'tis in thy dear Bosom, Child. 

La Nu. Oh you're a pretty Lover, a Woman's like to 
have a sweet time on't, if you're always so tedious. 

Will. By yon bright Star-light, Child, I walk'd here in 
short turns like a Centinel, all this live-long Evening, and 
was just going (Gad forgive me) to kill my self. 

La Nu. I rather think some Beauty has detain'd you : 
Have you not seen La Nuche ? 

198 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT v 

Will. La Nucke ! Why, she's a Whore I hope you 
take me for a civiller Person, than to throw my self away 
on Whores No, Child, I He with none but honest Women 
I : but no disputing now, come to my Lodging, my dear 
here's a Chair waits hard by. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Willmores Lodging. 

Enter Harlequin with Fetherfool's Clothes on his Shoulder^ 

leading him halting by one Hand, Blunt (drunk] by the 

other in the dark ; Fetherfool bloody , his Coat put 

over his Shoulders. 

Feth. Peano, Peano, Seignior, gently, good Edward for 
I'll not halt before a Cripple ; I have lost a great part of 
my agil Faculties. 

Blunt. Ah, see the Inconstancy of fickle Fortune, Nicholas 
A Man to day, and beaten to morrow : but take com 
fort, there's many a proper fellow has been robb'd and 
beaten on this Highway of whoring. 

Feth. Ay, Ned, thou speak'st by woful Experience 
but that I should miscarry after thy wholesom Documents 
but we are all mortal, as thou say'st, Ned Would I 
had never crost the Ferry from Croydon ; a few such Nights 
as these wou'd learn a Man Experience enough to be a 
Wizard, if he have but the ill luck to escape hanging. 

Blunt. 'Dsheartlikins, I wonder in what Country our 
kinder Stars rule : In England plunder'd, sequester'd, im- 
prison'd and banish'd ; in France, starv'd, walking like the 
Sign of the naked Boy, with Plymouth Cloaks in our Hands; 
in Italy and Spain robb'd, beaten, and thrown out at 

Feth. Well, how happy am I, in having so true a Friend 
to condole me in Affliction \_Weeps.~\ I am oblig'd to 
Seignior Harlequin too, for bringing me hither to the 
Mountebank's, where I shall not only conceal this Catas 
trophe from those fortunate Rogues our Comrades, but 


procure a little Album Grascum for my Backside. Come, 
Seignior, my Clothes but, Seignior un Portavera Poco 
palanea. [Dresses himself. 

Harl. Seignior. 

Feth. Entende vos Signoria Englesa ? 

Harl. Em Poco^ em Poco, Seignior. 

Feth. Per quelq arts, did your Seigniorship escape 
Cudgeling ? 

Harl. La art de transfer matio. 

Feth. Transformatio Why, wert thou not born a Man ? 

Harl. No, Seignior, un vieule Femme. 

Feth. How, born an old Woman ? 

Blunt. Good Lord ! born an old Woman ! And so by 
transformation became invulnerable. 

Feth. Ay in invulnerable what would I give to be 
invulnerable ? and egad, I am almost weary of being a Man, 
and subject to beating : wou'd I were a Woman, a Man 
has but an ill time on't : if he has a mind to a Wench, the 
making Love is so plaguy tedious then paying is to my 
Soul insupportable. But to be a Woman, to be courted 
with Presents, and have both the Pleasure and the Profit 
to be without a Beard, and sing a fine Treble and squeak 
if the Men but kiss me 'twere fine and what's better, 
I am sure never to be beaten again. 

Blunt. Pox on't, do not use an old Friend so scurvily ; 
consider the Misery thou'lt indure to have the Heart and 
Mind of a jilting Whore possess thee : What a Fit of the 
Devil must he suffer who acts her Part from fourteen to 
fourscore ! No, 'tis resolv'd thou remain Nicholas Fetherfool 
still, shalt marry the Monster, and laugh at Fortune. 

Feth. 'Tis true, should I turn Whore to the Disgrace 
of my Family what would the World say? who wou'd 
have thought it, cries one? I cou'd never have believ'd it, 
cries another. No, as thou say'st, I'll remain as I am 
marry and live honestly. 

Blunt. Well resolv'd, I'll leave you, for I was just going 

2oo THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT v 

to serenade my Fairy Queen, when I met thee at the Door 
some Deeds of Gallantry must be perform'd, Seignior, 
Bonus Nochus. [Ex. Blunt. 

Enter Shift with Light. 

Feth. Hah, a Light, undone ! 

tiarl. Patientia y Patientia, Seignior. 

Shift. Where the Devil can this Rogue Hunt be? Just 
now all things are ready for marrying these two Monsters ; 
they wait, the House is husht, and in the lucky Minute 
to have him out of the way : sure the Devil owes me a 
spite. [Runs against Harlequin, puts out his Candle. 

Harl. Qui est la ? 

Shift. 'Tis Harlequin : Pox on't, is't you ? 

Harl. Peace, here's Fetherfool, I'll secure him, whilst 
you go about your Affair. [Ex. Shift. 

Feth. Oh, I hear a Noise, dear Harlequin secure me ; 
if I am discover'd I am undone hold, hold here's a 
Door [They both go in. 

Scene changes to a Chamber, discovers the She-Giant asleep 
in a great Chair. 

Enter Fetherfool and Harlequin. 

Feth. Hah my Lady Monster ! have I to avoid Scylla 
run upon Carybdis? hah, she sleeps; now wou'd some 
magnanimous Lover make good Use of this Opportunity, 
take Fortune by the Fore-lock, put her to't, and make 
sure Work but Egad, he must have a better Heart, or a 
better Mistress than I. 

Harl. Try your Strength, I'll be civil and leave you. 

[In Italian he still speaks. 

Feth. Excuse me, Seignior,! should crackle like a wicker 
Bottle in her Arms no, Seignior, there's no venturing 
without a Grate between us : the Devil wou'd not give 
her due Benevolence No, when I'm marry'd, I'll e'en 
show her a fair pair of Heels, her Portion will pay Postage 


But what if the Giant should carry her? that's to be 
Ifear'd, then I have cock'd and drest, and fed, and ventur'd 
I all this while for nothing. 

Harl. Faith, Seignior, if I were you, I wou'd make 
[sure of something, see how rich she is in Gems. 

Feth. Right, as thou say'st, I ought to make sure of 
I something, and she is rich in Gems : How amiable looks 
I that Neck with that delicious row of Pearls about it. 

Harl. She sleeps. 

Feth. Ay, she ssleeps as 'twere her last. What if I made 
I bold to unrig her? So if I miss the Lady, I have at least 
jj my Charges paid: what vigorous Lover can resist her 
I Charms? [Looks on her. 

JBut shou'd she wake and miss it, and find it about me, I 
Ishou'd be hang'd [Turns away. 

So then, I lose my Lady too but Flesh and Blood 
il cannot resist What if I left the Town? then I lose my 
I Lady still; and who wou'd lose a Hog for the rest of the 
jProverb? And yet a Bird in Hand, Friend Nicholas 
I Yet sweet Meat may have sour Sauce And yet refuse 
(when Fortune offers Yet Honesty's a Jewel But a Pox 
lupon Pride, when Folks go naked 

Harl. Well said. \lncouraglng him by Signs. 

Feth. Ay I'll do't but what Remedy now against 
1 Disco very and Restitution? 

Harl. Oh, Sir, take no care, you shall swallow 'em. 

Feth. How, swallow 'em ! I shall ne'er be able to do't. 

Harl. I'll shew you, Seignior, 'tis easy. 

Feth. 'Gad that may be, 'twere excellent if I cou'd do't ; 
but first by your leave. 

\_Unties the Necklace, breaks the String, and Harl. 
swallows one to shew him. 

Harl. Look ye, that's all 

Feth. Hold, hold, Seignior, an you be so nimble, I shall 
i 1 Day dear for my Learning let me see Friend Nicholas, 
IJ:hou hast swallow'd many a Pill for the Disease of the 

2O2 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT v 

Body, let's see what thou canst perform for that of the 
Purse. [Swallows 'em. 

so a comfortable business this three or four thousand 
pound in Cordial-Pearl : 'Sbud, Mark Anthony was never 
so treated by his Egyptian Crocodile hah, what noise is 
that ? 

Harl. Operator, Operator, Seignior. 

Feth. How, an Operator ! why, what the Devil makes 
he here ? some Plot upon my Lady's Chastity ; were I given 
to be jealous now, Danger wou'd ensue Oh, he's entring, 
I would not be seen for all the World. Oh, some place 
of Refuge [Looking about. 

Harl. I know of none. 

Feth. Hah, what's this a Clock Case ? 

Harl. Good, good look you, Sir, do you do thus, and 
'tis impossible to discover ye. 

[Goes into the Case, and shews him how to stand ; then 
Fetherfool goes in, pulls off his Periwig, his Head 
out, turning for the Minutes o'th" 1 top : his Hand out, 
and his Fingers pointing to a Figure. 

Enter Shift and Hunt. 

Feth. Oh Heaven, he's here. 

Shift. See where she sleeps ; get you about your business, 
see your own little Marmoset and the Priest be ready, that 
we may marry and consummate before Day ; and in the 
Morning our Friends shall see us abed together, give us 
the good morrow, and the Work's done. [Ex. Hunt. 

Feth. Oh Traytor to my Bed, what a Hellish Plot's 
here discover'd ! [Shift wakes the Giant. 

Giant. Oh, are you come, my Sweetest ? 

Feth. Hah, the Mistress of my Bosom false too ! ah, who 
wou'd trust faithless Beauty oh that I durst speak. 

Shift. Come let's away, your Uncle and the rest of the 
House are fast asleep, let's away e'er the two Fools, Blunt 
and Fetherfool, arrive. 


Giant. Hang 'em, Pigeon-hearted Slaves 
Shift. A Clock let's see what hour 'tis 

[Lifts up the Light to see, Feth. blows it out. 
How ! betray'd I'll kill the Villain. [Draws. 

Feth. Say you so, then 'tis time for me to uncase. 
Shift. Have you your Lovers hid ? [Gets out^ all groping 
In the dark, Feth. gets the Giant by the Hand. 
Giant. Softly, or we're undone ; give me your Hand, 
and be undeceiv'd. 

Feth. 'Tis she, now shall I be reveng'd. [Leads her out. 

Shift. What, gone ! Death, has this Monster got the 

Arts of Woman ? [Harl. meets him in the dark, and plays 

tricks with him. [Ex. all. 

Enter Willmore and La Nuche by dark. 

Will. Now we are safe and free, let's in, my Soul, and 
gratefully first sacrifice to Love, then to the Gods of Mirth 
ind Wine, my Dear. [Ex. passing over the Stage. 

Enter Blunt with Petronella, imbracing her, his Sword 

in his Hand, and a Box of Jewels. 

Pet. I was damnably afraid I was pursu'd. [Aside. 

Blunt. Something in the Fray I've got, pray Heaven 

It prove a Prize, after my cursed ill luck of losing my Lady 

; Dwarf: Why do you tremble, fair one? you're in the 

; Hands of an honest Gentleman, Adshartlikins. 

Pet. Alas, Sir, just as I approacht Seignior Doctor's 

i Door, to have my self surrounded with naked Weapons, 

:hen to drop with the fear my Casket of Jewels, which 

;iad not you by chance stumbled on and taken up, I had 

i ost a hundred thousand Crowns with it. 

Blunt. Ha um a hundred thousand Crowns a pretty 

j:rifling Sum I'll marry her out of hand. [Aside. 

Pet. This is an Englishman, of a dull honest Nation, and 

might be manag'd to advantage, were but I transform'd 

low. [Aside. 

[ hope you are a Man of Honour ; Sir, I am a Virgin, fled 

204 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT vjj 

from the rage of an incens'd Brother ; cou'd you but secure 
me with my Treasure, I wou'd be devoted yours. 

Blunt. Secure thee ! by this Light, sweet Soul, PI 
marry thee ; Eehilis Lady ran just so away with him 
this must be a Prize \_Aslde 

But hark prithee, my Dear, step in a little, Pll keep my 
good Fortune to my self. 

Pet. See what trust I repose in your Hands, those Jewels^ 

Blunt. So there can be no jilting here, I am secur'c 
from being cozen'd however. [Ex. Pet. 

Enter Fetherfool. 

Feth. A Pox on all Fools, I say, and a double Pox on 
all fighting Fools; just when I had miraculously got my 
Monster by a mistake in the dark, convey'd her out, and 
within a moment of marrying her, to have my Friend set 
upon me, and occasion my losing her, was a Catastrophe 
which none but thy termagant Courage (which never did 
any Man good) cou'd have procur'd. 

Blunt. 'Dshartlikins, I cou'd kill my self. 

Feth. To fight away a couple of such hopeful Monsters, 
and two Millions 'owns, was ever Valour so improvident i 

Blunt. Your fighting made me mistake : for who the; 
Pox wou'd have look'd for Nicholas Fetherfool m the persor 
of a Hero ? 

Feth. Fight, 'Sbud, a Million of Money wou'd have pro- 
vok'd a Bully ; besides, I took you for the damn'd Rogu 
my Rival. 

Blunt. Just as I had finish'd my Serenade, and had put 
up my Pipes to be gone, out stalk'd me your two-handec 
Lady, with a Man at her Girdle like a bunch of Keys 
whom I taking for nothing less than some one who hac> 
some foul design upon the Gentlewoman, like a true 
Knight-Errant, did my best to rescue her. 

Feth. Yes, yes, I feel you did, a Pox of your heavy hand 


Blunt. So whilst we two were lovingly cuffing each other, 
comes the Rival, I suppose, and carries off the Prize. 

Feth. Who must be Seignior Lucifer himself, he cou'd 
never have vanisht with that Celerity else with such a 
Carriage But come, all we have to do is to raise the 
Mountebank and the Guardian, pursue the Rogues, have 
'em hang'd by Law, for a Rape, and Theft, and then we 
stand fair again. 

Blunt. Faith, you may, if you please, but Fortune has 
provided otherwise for me. \Aside.~\ [Ex. Blu. and Feth. 

Enter Beaumond and Ariadne. 

Beau. Sure none lives here, or Thieves are broken in, 
the Doors are all left open. 

Aria. Pray Heaven this Stranger prove but honest now. 


Beau. Now, my dear Creature, every thing conspires to 
make us happy, let us not defer it. 

Aria. Hold, dear Captain, I yield but on Conditions, 
which are these I give you up a Maid of Youth and 
Beauty, ten thousand Pound in ready Jewels here three 
times the value in Estate to come, of which here be the 
Writings, you delivering me a handsom proper fellow, 
Heart-whole and sound, that's all your Name I ask not 
till the Priest declare it, who is to seal the Bargain. I 
cannot deceive, for I let you know I am Daughter-in-law 
to the English Ambassador. 

Beau. Ariadne! How vain is all Man's Industry and 


To make himself accomplish'd ; 
When the gay fluttering Fool, or the half-witted rough 

unmanner'd Brute, 

Who in plain terms comes right down to the business, 
Out-rivals him in all his Love and Fortunes. [Aside. 

Aria. Methinks you cool upon't, Captain. 

Beau. Yes, Ariadne. 

206 THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, [ACT v 

Aria. Beaumond! 

Beau. Oh what a World of Time have I mispent for 
want of being a Blockhead 'Sdeath and Hell, 
Wou'd I had been some brawny ruffling Fool, 
Some forward impudent unthinking Sloven, 
A Woman's Tool; for all besides unmanageable. 
Come, swear that all this while you thought 'twas I. 
The Devil has taught ye Tricks to bring your Falshood off. 

Aria. Know 'twas you ! no, Faith, I took you for as 
errant a right-down Captain as ever Woman wisht for ; and 
'twas uncivil egad, to undeceive me, I tell you that now. 

Enter Willmore and La Nuche by dark. 

Will. Thou art all Charms, a Heaven of Sweets all over, 
plump smooth round Limbs, small rising Breasts, a Bosom 
soft and panting I long to wound each Sense. Lights 
there who waits? there yet remains a Pleasure un- 
possest, the sight of that dear Face Lights there where 
are my Vermin ? [Ex. Will. 

Aria. My Captain with a Woman and is it so 

Enter Will, with Lights, sees Aria, and goes to her. 

Will. By Heaven, a glorious Beauty ! now a Blessing 
on thee for shewing me so dear a Face Come, Child, let's 
retire and begin where we left off. 

La Nu. A Woman ! 

Aria. Where we left off! pray, where was that, good 
Captain ? 

Will. Within upon the Bed, Child come I'll show 

Beau. Hold, Sir. 

Will. Beaumond! come fit to celebrate my Happiness; 
ah such a Woman-friend ! 

Beau. Do ye know her? 

Will. All o'er, to be the softest sweetest Creature 

Beau. I mean, do ye know who she is ? 


Will. Nor care ; 'tis the last Question I ever ask a fine 
r oman. 

Beau. And you are sure you are thus well acquainted. 

Will. I cannot boast of much acquaintance but I have 
uckt a Rose from her Bosom or so and given it her 
ain we've past the hour of the Berjere together, that's 

Beau. And do you know this Lady is my Wife? 

Will. Hah ! hum, hum, hum, hum 

[Turns and sings, sees La Nuche, and returns 

quick with an uneasy Grimace. 
Beau. Did you not hear me? Draw. 
Will. Draw, Sir what on my Friend ? 
Beau. On your Cuckold, Sir, for so you've doubly made 
: Draw, or I'll kill thee 

[Passes at him, he fences with his Hat, La Nu. holds Beau. 
Will. Hold, prithee hold. 

La Nu. Put up your Sword, this Lady's innocent, at 
ast in what concerns this Evening's business; I own 
ith Pride I own I am the Woman that pleas'd so well 

Will. La Nuche! kind Soul to bring me off with so 
ndsom a lye : How lucky 'twas she happen'd to be here ! 
Beau. False as thou art, why shou'd I credit thee? 
La Nu. By Heaven, 'tis true, I will not lose the glory on't. 
Will. Oh the dear perjur'd Creature, how I love thee 
r this- dear lying Virtue Harkye, Child, hast thou 
thing to say for thy self, to help us out withal ? 

[To Aria, aside. 
Aria. I ! I renounce ye false Man. 
Beau. Yes, yes, I know she's innocent of this, for which 
DWC no thanks to either of you, but to my self who mis- 
ok her in the dark. 

La Nu. And you it seems mistook me for this Lady ; I 
/our'd your Design to gain your Heart, for I was told, 

208 THE ROVER (PART n); OR, [ACT v 

that if this Night I lost you, I shou'd never regain you: 
now I am yours, and o'er the habitable World will follow 
you, and live and starve by turns, as Fortune pleases. 

Will. Nay, by this Light, Child, I knew when once 
thou'dst try'd me, thou'dst ne'er part with me give me 
thy Hand, no Poverty shall part us. [Kisses her. 

so now here's a Bargain made without the formal 
Foppery of Marriage. 

La Nu. Nay, faith Captain, she that will not take thy 
word as soon as the Parson's of the Parish, deserves not the 

Will. Thou art reform'd, and I adore the Change. 

Enter the Guardian, Blunt, and Fetherfool. 

Guar. My Nieces stol'n, and by a couple of the Seig 
nior's Men ! the Seignior fled too ! undone, undone ! 
Will. Hah, now's my Cue, I must finish this Jest. 

[Goes out 

Enter Shift and Giant, Hunt and Dwarf. 

Guar. Oh impudence, my Nieces, and the Villains wit! 
'em ! I charge ye, Gentlemen, to lay hold on 'em. 

Dwarf. For what, good Uncle, for being so courageous 
to marry us ? 

Guar. How, married to Rogues, Rascals, John Potages 

Blunt. Who the Devil wou'd have look'd for jilting it 
such Hobgoblins? 

Feth. And hast thou deceiv'd me, thou foul filthy Syna 
gogue ? 

Enter Willmore like a Mountebank as before. 

Blunt. The Mountebank ! oh thou cheating Quack 
thou sophisticated adulterated Villain. 

Feth. Thou cozening, lying, Fortune-telling, Fee 
taking Rascal. 

Blunt. Thou jugling, conjuring, canting Rogue ! 

Will. What's the matter, Gentlemen ? 


Blunt. Hast thou the Impudence to ask, who took my 
Money to marry me to this ill-favour'd Baboon? 

Feth. And me to this foul filthy o'ergrown Chronicle? 

Blunt. And hast suffered Rogues, thy Servants, to marry 
'em : Sirrah, I will beat thee past Cure of all thy hard- 
nam'd Drugs, thy Guzman Medicines. 

Feth. Nay, I'll peach him in the Inquisition for a Wizard, 
and have him hang'd for a Witch. 

Shift. Sir, we are Gentlemen, and you shall have the 
thirds of their Portion, what wou'd you more ? 

[Aside to the Guar. 
Look ye, Sir. [Pulls off their Disguise. 

Blunt. Hunt! 

Feth. Shift! We are betray'd : all will out to the Captain. 

Will. He shall know no more of it than he does already 
for me, Gentlemen. [Pulls off his Disguise. 

Blunt. Willmore! 

Feth. Ay, ay, 'tis he. 

Blunt. Draw, Sir you know me 

Will. For one that 'tis impossible to cozen. 

[All laugh. 

Beau. Have a care, Sir, we are all for the Captain. 

Feth. As for that, Sir, we fear ye not, d'ye see, were 
you Hercules and all his Myrmidons. 

[Draws, but gets behind. 

Will. Fools, put up your Swords, Fools, and do not 
publish the Jest ; your Money you shall have again, on 
condition you never pretend to be wiser than your other 
Men, but modestly believe you may be cozen'd as well as 
your Neighbours. [The Guardian talking with Hunt and 
Shift and Giant this while. 

Feth. La you, Ned, why shou'd Friends fall out ? 

Blunt. Cozen'd ! it may be not, Sir ; for look ye, Sir, the 

Essex Fool, the cozen'd dull Rogue can shew Moveables 

or so nay, they are right too [Shews his Jewels. 

This is no Naples Adventure, Gentlemen, no Copper 

I P 

2io THE ROVER (PART n) ; OR, ACT v 

Chains; all substantial Diamonds, Pearls and Rubies 
[Will, takes the Casket , and looks in It. 

La Nu. Hah, do not I know that Casket, and those Jewels ! 

Feth. How the Pox came this Rogue by these ? 

Will. Hum, Edward, I confess you have redeem'd your 
Reputation, and shall hereafter pass for a Wit by what 
good fortune came you by this Treasure ? what Lady 

Blunt. Lady, Sir ! alas no, I'm a Fool, a Country Fop, 
an Ass, I ; but that you may perceive your selves mistaken, 
Gentlemen, this is but an earnest of what's to come, a small 
token of remembrance, or so and yet I have no Charms, 
I ; the fine Captain has all the Wit and Beauty but 
thou'rt my Friend, and I'll impart. 

[Brings out Petronella veiled. 

Enter Aurelia and Sancho. 

Aur. Hither we trac'd her, and see she's yonder. 

San. Sir, in the King's Name lay hold of this old Cheat, 
she has thisNightrobb'd ourPatronaofa hundred thousand 
Crowns in Money and Jewels. 

Blunt. Hah ! [Gets from her. 

La Nu. You are mistaken, Friend Sancho, she only seiz'd 
'em for my use, and has deliver'd 'em in trust to my Friend 
the Captain. 

Pet. Hah, La Nuche! 

Blunt. How ! cozen'd again ! 

Will. Look ye, Sir, she's so beautiful, you need no 
Portion, that alone's sufficient for Wit. 

Feth. Much good may do you with your rich Lady, 

Blunt. Death, this Fool laugh at me too well, I am 
an errant right-down Loggerhead, a dull conceited cozen'd 
silly Fool ; and he that ever takes me for any other, 'Dshart- 
likins, I'll beat him. I forgive you all, and will henceforth 
be good-natur'd ; wo't borrow any Money ? Pox on't, I'll 
lend as far as e'er 'twill go, for I am now reclaim'd. 


Guar. Here is a Necklace of Pearl lost, which, Sir, I lay 
to your Charge. [To Fetherfool. 

Feth. Hum, I was bewitcht I did not rub off with it 
when it was mine who, I ? if e'er I saw a Necklace of 
Pearl, I wish 'twere in my Belly. 

Blunt. How a Necklace ! unconscionable Rogue, not to 
let me share : well, there is no Friendship in the World ; 
I hope they'l hang him. 

Shift. He'll ne'er confess without the Rack come, we'll 
toss him in a Blanket. 

Feth. Hah, toss me in a Blanket, that will turn my 
Stomach most villainously, and I shall disimbogue and 
discover all. 

Shift. Come, come, the Blanket. [They lay hold on him. 

Feth. Hold, hold, I do confess, I do confess 

Shift. Restore, and have your Pardon. 

Feth. That is not in Nature at present, for Gentlemen, 
I have eat 'em. 

Shift. 'Sdeath, I'll dissect ye. [Goes to draw. 

Will. Let me redeem him ; here Boy, take him to my 
Chamber, and let the Doctor glyster him soundly, and I'll 
warrant you your Pearl again. 

Feth. If this be the end of travelling, I'll e'en to old 
England again, take the Covenant, get a Sequestrator's 
Place, grow rich, and defy all Cavaliering. 

Beau. 'Tis Morning, let's home, Ariadne, and try, if 
possible, to love so well to be content to marry ; if we find 
that amendment in our Hearts, to say we dare believe and 
trust each other, then let it be a Match. 

Aria. With all my Heart. 

Will. You have a hankering after Marriage still, but I 
am for Love and Gallantry. 
So tho by several ways we gain our End, 
Love still, like Death, does to one Center tend. 



Spoken by Mrs. BARRY. 

POETS are Kings of Wit, and you appear 

A Parliament, by Play-Bill, summon' d here ; 

When e'er in want, to you for aid they fly, 

And a new Play's the Speech that begs supply : 

But now 

The scanted Tribute is so slowly paid, 

Our Poets must find out another Trade ; 

They've tried all ways th 1 insatiate Clan to please. 

Have parted with their old Prerogatives, 

Their Birth-right Satiring, and their just pretence 

Of judging even their own Wit and Sense ; 

And write against their Consciences, to show 

How dull they can be to comply with you. 

They've flattered all the Mutineers i'th' Nation, 

Grosser than e'er was done in Dedication ; 

Pleas' d your sick Palates with Fantastick Wit, 

Such as was ne'er a treat before to th' Pit , 

Giants, fat Cardinals, Pope Joans and Fryers, 

To entertain Right Worshipfuls and Squires : 

Who laugh and cry Ads Nigs, 'tis woundy good, 

When the fuger's all the Jest that's understood. 

And yet you'll come but once, unless by stealth, 

Except the Author be for Commonwealth; 

Then half Crown more you nobly throw away, 

And tho my Lady seldom see a Play, 

She, with her eldest Daughter, shall be boxt that day, 

Then Prologue comes, Ads-lightikins, crys Sir John, 

You shall hear notable Conceits anon : 


How neatly ', Sir, he'll bob the Court and French King, 

And tickle away you know who -for Wenching. 

All this won't do, they e'en may spare their Speeches, 

For all their greasing will not buy 'em Britches ; 

To get a penny new found ways must take, 

As forming Popes, and Squibs and Crackers make. 

In Coffee-Houses some their talent vent, 

Rail for the Cause against the Government, 

And make a pretty thriving living on't, 

For who would let a useful Member want. 

Things being brought to this distressed Estate, 

' Twere Jit you took the matter in Debate. 

There was a time, when Loyally by you, 

True Wit and Sense received Allegiance due, 

Our King of Poets had his Tribute pay'd, 

His Peers secured beneath his Laurel's shade. 

What Crimes have they committed, they must be 

Driven to the last and worst Extremity ? 

Oh, let it not be said of English Men, 

Who have to Wit so just and noble been, 

They should their Loyal Principles recant, 

And let the glorious Monarch of it want. 




[RODERIGO the natural son of the great Count d' Olivarez, minister to 
(Philip IV of Spain was, upon his father's disgrace, given over when very 
(young to the care of a certain Don Ambrosio, and by him brought up as his 
[own child. Ambrosio has one son, Marcel, and two daughters, Hippolita 
land Cleonte. Marcel, whilst in Flanders, promised Hippolita to his friend 
I Alonzo. This Alonzo is the son of a lady Octavia and Don Manuel. But 
Manuel's rival in Octavia's love, Alonzo, stole their boy when an infant and 
[brought him up to arms, giving him his own name. Pedro, an old servant, 
[who is cognizant of this, is sworn to secrecy. Alonzo arrives in Madrid 
[purposing to wed Hippolita as he desires to ally himself with so ancient and 
[powerful a family as Ambrosio's. Hippolita, however, having been betrayed 
Jay a German named Antonio, has fled, and now resides in a house of 
I pleasure in the town, having assumed the habit of a Venetian courtezan. 
I Alonzo meeting Euphemia, sister to his friend Lovis, becomes enamoured 
JDf her, and the lady grants him a rendezvous at a house where they will be 
I uninterrupted it happens this house is the bagnio where Hippolita is 
I secreted. Marcel, on his way to visit Clarinda, whom he loves, recognizes 
j Alonzo and follows him to his rendezvous. Olinda, Euphemia's maid, 
I nistakenly introduces Marcel to her mistress. Euphemia is veiled and 
[ Marcel, who has heard that his sister is living in that house, in his turn 
juistakes the lady for Hippolita, more especially as he meets Antonio there. 
I The two men fight, but Alonzo entering interferes. Antonio escapes, 
I rearing away Hippolita. Euphemia, whom Marcel in a passion of revenge 
jtfould kill, is soon discovered not to be Hippolita, and the angry brother 
I luly retires from the scene. Alonzo, however, leaving the house is accosted 
or Marcel by Dormida, Clarinda's maid, who gives him the key to their 
I louse. Alonzo enters followed by Marcel who is close on his heels. 
i They jostle and fight in the darkness of the hall within, and Alonzo 

leparts leaving Marcel wounded. Dormida fearing trouble drags Clarinda 
I brth and meeting Alonzo in the street they throw themselves on his 
jionourable protection. A complete stranger, in his dilemma he escorts 
' hern to the mansion of Ambrosio, and they chance on Cleonte's chamber. 
! >he has just had a visit from Silvio (under which name Roderigo passes), 
ilvho is burning with passion for her but shrinks from his supposed sister. 
j 31eonte offers the two ladies a refuge and Alonzo retires. With the aid of 
1 lis friend Lovis he assumes the habit of Haunce van Ezel, a Dutch boor 

vho is contracted to Euphemia, and, as Haunce, courts Lovis' sister with 
j he full approbation of their father Don Carlo. When Haunce himself 
i .ppears he is greeted with some familiarity as having been at the house 

i >efore. The Dutch Lover, who has newly arrived, chances on a strife 

' letween Antonio and Hippolita and interfering disarms Antonio, wounding 

:! lim in the face. Cleonte meantime has introduced her guest Clarinda to 

j Silvio, and Marcel seeing them together concludes that his own brother is the 

:| nan who fought him on the previous night and indeed his favoured rival. 

\t once he challenges him and they arrange to have a duel in a grove near 

he town. Here, however, comes Hippolita disguised in man's attire, 

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awaiting Antonio to whom she has sent a billet signed ' Alonzo'. She 
retires, whilst Silvio appears, and when he is engaged with Marcel, Alonzo 
rushes in and parts them. Alonzo avows that it was he who caused the 
confusion with Clarinda, and arranges to meet Marcel later in another 
spot. Antonio next arrives and Hippolita, calling herself Alonzo, draws, 
but Alonzo himself insists on taking up the quarrel. At the clash of steel 
Marcel returns and all four fight, Marcel with Hippolita, whom he wounds, 
Alonzo with Antonio, whom he disarms Hippolita reveals herself, Alonzo 
claims her, but Antonio declaring that he is bound to her by sacred vows 
rescues her from Marcel's vengeance and obtains his forgiveness. All 
return to Ambrosio's house where they find Cleonte and Clarinda. 
Explanations ensue, and Marcel is at Clarinda's feet. Pedro, however, who 
attends Alonzo, recognizes his old fellow-servant, Dormida, duenna to 
Clarinda, and learning Don Manuel is dead, reveals that Alonzo is 
Clarinda's brother, also handing over papers left by Don Alonzo the foster- 
father, which bestow 12,000 crowns a year on his adopted son. Alonzo 
portions Clarinda and gives her to Marcel. Francisca, woman to Cleonte, 
informs Silvio that Cleonte will yield to him Silvio, suddenly revolted, 
declares he will present himself, but secretly resolves to poinard his sister. 
Marcel who has overheard the conference, beside himself with rage, dashes 
on Silvio with dagger drawn and when checked by Ambrosio and the rest 
who rush in at Francisca's cries makes known the cause of his wrath. 
Francisca confesses that Cleonte had sent no such message, but herself 
purposed to take her mistress' place that night and receive Silvio. 
Ambrosio then reveals the secret of Silvio's birth and gives Cleonte to him, 
in his joy even taking Hippolita to his arms since Antonio has married 
her. Alonzo, meanwhile, disguised as Haunce has been united to Euphemia. 
He is discovered by the arrival on the scene of the real Haunce accom 
panied by Gload, a foolish tutor. Carlo is soon reconciled to the new 
bridegroom, whilst Haunce and Gload joining in a masquerade find them 
selves unexpectedly wedded to Olinda and Dorice, two women attendant on 
the lady Euphemia. 


MRS. BEHN founded the plot of The Dutch Lover upon the stories of Eufemie 
and Theodore, Don Jame and Frederic, in a pseudo-Spanish novel entitled 
' The History of Don Fenise, a new Romance written in Spanish by Francisco 
de Las Coveras, And now Englished by a Person of Honour. London. 
Printed for Humphrey Moseley.' 8vo, 1651. There is of course no such' 
Spanish author as 'the ingenious Don Francisco de las Coveras'. The 
chief merit of the book is purely bibliographical : it is a very rare volume 
and difficult to meet with. The Bodleian indeed contains a copy, but it is 
not to be found in the British Museum library. The somewhat morbid 
theme of overwhelming passion barred by consanguinity eventually dis 
covered to be false, which is here exemplified in the love of Silvio for 
Cleonte, occurs more than once in the later Jacobean and Carolan drama. 
In Beaumont and Fletcher's tragicomedy A King and no King (1611 : 410, 
1619), we have Arbaces enamoured of Panthea, his reputed sister; similar 
motives are to be found in Arthur Wilson's The S-wizzer (1631); but in 


Middleton's Women beware Women (circa 1612 : 4to, 1657), no contrivance 
lean legitimize the incestuous loves of Hippolito and Isabella, and death is 
Ithe only solution. In Massinger's The Unnatural Combat (1621 : 4to, 1639), 
[the demoniac Malefort pursues his daughter Theocrine with the same baleful 
[fires as Francesco Cenci looked on Beatrice, but the height of horror, harrow- 
ling the soul with pity and anguish, culminates in Ford's terrible scenes Tis 
\Pity She's a Whore (410, 1633), so tenderly tragic, so exquisitely beautiful for 
[all their moral perversity, that they remain unequalled outside Shakespeare. 

In the Restoration Theatre the theme of consanguinity was originally 
I dealt with no less than three times by Dryden : comically, in The Spanish 
\Friar (1681), when Lorenzo after all the love-brokerage of pursy Father 
I Dominic discovers Elvira to be his sister : tragically, in Don Sebastian 
1^1690), when Sebastian and Almeyda are separated by the disclosures of old 
[Alvarez : sentimentally and romantically, in Love Triumphant (1693-4), 
[when Alphonso wins Victoria whom he has long loved, even whilst she was 
[supposed to be his sister. Otway it will be remembered turns the pathetic 
Iratastrophe of The Orphan (1680), upon a deceit which produces similar 
[though unhappy circumstances. In 1679, Oedipus, a joint production of 
| Dryden and Lee, was brought out with great success at the Duke's Theatre, 
[Dorset Gardens. 

Unhallowed and incestuous passions again form the plot of The Fatal 
| Disco-very ; or, Love in Ruins (4to, 1698), produced at Drury Lane, a play 
[seemingly derived from Bandello, Part II, Novel 35, which coincides 
| with the thirtieth tale of the Heptameron. In various forms, however, this 
j.egend is to be found in the literature of all countries, and a cognate 
[tradition is even attached to certain districts. Innocence Distressed; or, The 
\Royal Penitents, a tragedy by Robert Gould (ob. 1709), never performed but 
[published by subscription (8vo, 1737), for the benefit of his daughter 
{Hannah, is based on the same story. Gould's work is weak and insipid. 

Later in the eighteenth century we have Horace Walpole's The Mysterious 
{Mother (8vo, 1768), an unacted drama of extraordinary power and undissi- 
i pated gloom on the same terrible theme ; whilst Shelley's The Cenci, 
I published in 1819, which the poet most emphatically intended for the 
{boards, remains a masterpiece of supreme genius. 

Wagner in Die Walkure shows the irresistible passion of Siegmund and 
jSieglinde, brother and sister, from whose union sprang the mighty hero 
j Siegfried; and in Gengangere (Ghosts), 1 88 1, Ibsen threw, by the sickly 
| :raving of the fibreless Oswald Alving for Regina, a lurid light across that 
j awesome tragedy of shadows, Nemesis, and blank despair. 


The Dutch Lover was produced at the Duke's Theatre, Dorset Garden, 
I in February, 1673, but owing to the manifold disadvantages under which 
Jit was put on the stage it did not meet with that success it certainly 

deserved. It was indeed, to quote the preface, 'hugely injured in the 
I acting.' The performers were anything but word perfect and hopelessly 
1 forgot or confused their business, which, more especially in a play of such 
I a type as this romantic comedy so full of busy and complicated detail 
i demanding close and continuous attention, was enough to mystify the 


audience completely and foredoom the piece to failure. The worst sinner 
was Haunce himself, who hardly spoke one of his lines but gagged from 
start to finish. Not unnaturally, Mrs. Behn resented this and avows that 
she would have trounced him roundly in print except 'de mortuis . . .' 
Although the original cast is not given, this detail enables us to fix the 
representative of Haunce as Angel, a leading comedian, who died in the 
spring of 1673, his name last appearing as de Boastado in Ravenscroft's 
Careless Lovers. 

In addition to these serious detriments the costumes were very poor, 
especially the disguise of Alonzo as the Hollander, and Haunce's own 
'fantastical travelling habit,' dresses on the aptness of which the 
probability of the intrigue can be made so largely to depend. 

Yet another mishap occurred. The epilogue, which had been promised 
by a friend, did not come to hand, and accordingly the present epilogue 
was hastily composed. Though containing nothing notably witty or pointed 
it does not fall below the generality of these productions. Of the prologue 
we have no means of judging as it was unfortunately lost before it could 
find its way into print. 

Had The Dutch Loiter received fair treatment from the actors it 
should surely have commanded no small success in its day. Technically it is 
well contrived, and exhibits the skill and clever stage-craft of its authoress 
in a high degree, qualities which have often given a long lease of life to 
plays of infinitely less merit. 

(221 ) 


lood, Sweet, Honey, Sugar-Candied READER, 

Which I think is more than anyone has called you yet, I must have a 
'ord or two with you before you do advance into the Treatise ; but 'tis not to 
eg your pardon for diverting you from your affairs, by such an idle Pamphlet 
3 this is, for I presume you have not much to do and therefore are to be 
bliged to me for keeping you from worse employment, and if you have a 
e'tter you may get you gone about your business : but if you will misspend 
our Time, pray lay the fault upon yourself; for I have dealt pretty fairly in 
ic matter, told you in the Title Page what you are to expect within, 
ndeed, had I hung a sign of the Immortality of the Soul, of the Mystery of 
Godliness, or of Ecclesiastical Policie, and then had treated you with 
ndiscerpibility and Essential Spissitude (words, which though I am no 
jmpetent Judge of, for want of Languages, yet I fancy strongly ought to 
lean just nothing) with a company of Apocryphal midnight Tales cull'd 
ut of the choicest Insignificant Authors ; If I had only proved in Folio 
lat Apollonius was a naughty knave, or had presented you with two or 
iree of the worst principles transcrib'd out of the peremptory and ill-natur'd 
hough prettily ingenious) Doctor of Malmsbury undigested and ill- 
lanag'd by a silly, saucy, ignorant, impertinent, ill educated Chaplain I 
ere then indeed sufficiently in fault 5 but having inscrib'd Comedy on the 
:ginning of my Book, you may guess pretty near what penny-worths you 
-e like to have, and ware your money and your time accordingly. I would 
ot yet be understood to lessen the dignity of Playes, for surely they deserve 
place among the middle if not the better sort of Books ; for I have heard 
le most of that which bears the name of Learning, and which has abused 
ich quantities of Irk and Paper, and continually employs so many ignorant, 
nhappy souls for ten, twelve, twenty years in the University (who yet poor 
retches think they are doing something all the while) as Logick etc. and 
veral other things (that shall be nameless lest I misspell them) are much 
tore absolutely nothing than the errantest Play that e'er was writ. Take 
otice, Reader, I do not assert this purely upon my own knowledge, but I 
link I have known it very fully prov'd, both sides being fairly heard, and 
/en some ingenious opposers of it most abominably bafH'd in the Argument : 
ome of which I have got so perfectly by rote, that if this were a proper 
[lace for it, I am apt to think myself could almost make it clear; and as I 
rould not undervalue Poetry, so neither am I altogether of their judgement 
rho believe no wisdom in the world beyond it. I have often heard indeed 


(and read) how much the World was anciently oblig'd to it for most of that j 
which they call'd Science, which my want of letters makes me less assured of I 
than others happily may be : but I have heard some wise men say that no I 
considerable part of useful knowledge was this way communicated, and on I 
the other way, that it hath serv'd to propogate so many idle superstitions} I 
as .all the benefits it hath or can be guilty of, can never make sufficient I 
amends for ; which unaided by the unlucky charms of Poetry, could never I 
have possest a thinking Creature such as man. However true this is, I am I 
myself well able to affirm that none of all our English Poets, and least the I 
Dramatique (so I think you call them) can be justly charg'd with too great I 
reformation of men's minds or manners, and for that I may appeal to general I 
experiment, if those who are the most assiduous Disciples of the Stage, do I 
not make the fondest and the lewdest Crew about this Town ; for if you I 
should unhappily converse them through the year, you will not find one I 
Dram of sense amongst a Club of them, unless you will allow for such I 
a little Link-Boy's Ribaldry thick larded with unseasonable oaths &l 
impudent defiance of God, and all things serious; and that at such a sense- 1 
less damn'd unthinking rate, as, if 'twere well distributed, would spoil near I 
half the Apothecaries trade, and save the sober people of the Town the I 
charge of Vomits ; And it was smartly said (how prudently I cannot tell) by I 
a late learned Doctor, who, though himself no great asserter of a Deity, I 
(as you'll believe by that which follows) yet was observed to be continually I 
persuading of this sort of men (if I for once may call them so) of the I 
necessity and truth of our Religion ; and being ask'd how he came to bestir I 
himself so much this way, made answer that it was because their ignorance! 
and indiscreet debauch made them a scandal to the profession of Atheism. 
And for their wisdom and design I never knew it reach beyond the invention 
of some notable expedient, for the speedier ridding them of their Estate, (a 
devilish clog to Wit and Parts), than other grouling Mortals know, 01 
battering half-a-dozen fair new Windows in a Morning after their debauch, 
whilst the dull unjantee Rascal they belong to is fast asleep. But I'll pro 
ceed no farther in their character, because that miracle of Wit (in spite o: 
Academick frippery) the mighty Echard hath already done it to my satisfac 
tion 5 and whoever undertakes a Supplement to anything he hath discourst 
had better for their reputation be doing nothing. 

Besides this Theam is worn too thread-bare by the whiffling would-b( 
Wits of the Town, and of both the stone-blind-eyes of the Kingdom. Anc 
therefore to return to that which I before was speaking of, I will have leav( 
to say that in my judgement the increasing number of our latter Plays hav( 
not done much more towards the amending of men's Morals, or their Wit 
than hath the frequent Preaching, which this last age hath been pester'c 
with, (indeed without all Controversie they have done less harm) nor can J 


Ince imagine what temptation anyone can have to expect it from them; 
hr sure I am no Play was ever writ with that design. If you consider 
rragedy, you'll find their best of Characters unlikely patterns for a wise 
pan to pursue : For he that is the Knight of the Play, no sublunary feats 
liust serve his Dulcinea ; for if he can't bestrid the Moon, he'll ne'er make 
lood his business to the end, and if he chance to be offended, he must with- 
lut considering right or wrong confound all things he meets, and put you 
lalf-a-score likely tall fellows into each pocket; and truly if he come not 
nmething near this Pitch I think the Tragedy's not worth a farthing; for 
I'layes were certainly intended for the exercising of men's passions not their 
Inderstandings, and he is infinitely far from wise that will bestow one 
lioment's meditation on such things : And as for Comedie, the finest folks 
lou meet with there are still unfitter for your imitation, for though within 
I leaf or two of the Prologue, you are told that they are people of Wit, 
^ood Humour, good Manners, and all that: yet if the Authors did not 
I indly add their proper names, you'd never know them by their Characters; 
|>r whatsoe'er's the matter, it hath happen'd so spightfully in several Playes, 
I'hich have been prettie well received of late, that even those persons that 
['ere meant to be the ingenious Censors of the Play, have either prov'd the 
post debauch'd, or most unwittie people in the Company : nor is this error 
I cry lamentable, since as I take it Comedie was never meant, either for a 
lonverting or a conforming Ordinance : In short, I think a Play the best 
livertisement that wise men have : but I do also think them nothing so 
I 'ho do discourse as formallie about the rules of it, as if 'twere the grand 
|ffair of humane life. This being my opinion of Plays, I studied only to 
I lake this as entertaining as I could, which whether I have been successful 
1 1, my gentle Reader, you may for your shilling judge. To tell you my 

loughts of it, were to little purpose, for were they very ill, you may be 
I are I would not have expos'd it ; nor did I so till I had first consulted 
| lost of those who have a reputation for judgement of this kind ; who were 
;| t least so civil (if not kind) to it as did encourage me to venture it upon 

ne Stage, and in the Press : Nor did I take their single word for it, but 

s'd their reasons as a confirmation of my own. 
I; Indeed that day 'twas Acted first, there comes me into the Pit, a long, 

ther, phlegmatick, white, ill-favour'd, wretched Fop, an Officer in Masquer- 

de newly transported with a Scarf & Feather out of France, a sorry 
: Animal that has nought else to shield it from the uttermost contempt of 

11 mankind, but that respect which we afford to Rats and Toads, which 

lough we do not well allow to live, yet when considered as a part of God's 
! !reation, we make honourable mention of them. A thing, Reader but no 
j| lore of such a Smelt : This thing, I tell ye, opening that which serves it 
pr a mouth, out issued such a noise as this to those that sate about it, that 


they were to expect a woful Play, God damn him, for it was a woman's. 
Now how this came about I am not sure, but I suppose he brought it piping 
hot from some who had with him the reputation of a villanous Wit : for 
Creatures of his size of sense talk without all imagination, such scraps as 
they pick up from other folks. I would not for a world be taken arguing 
with such a propertie as this ; but if I thought there were a man of any 
tolerable parts, who could upon mature deliberation distinguish well his 
right hand from his left, and justly state the difference between the number 
of sixteen and two, yet had this prejudice upon him ; I would take a little 
pains to make him know how much he errs. For waving the examination 
why women having equal education with men, were not as capable of 
knowledge, of whatsoever sort as well as they : I'll only say as I have 
touch'd before, that Plays have no great room for that which is men's great 
advantage over women, that is Learning 5 We all well know that the im 
mortal Shakespeare's Plays (who was not guilty of much more of this than 
often falls to women's share) have better pleas'd the World than Johnson's 
works, though by the way 'tis said that Benjamin was no such Rabbi 
neither, for I am inform'd that his Learning was but Grammar high ; 
(sufficient indeed to rob poor Salust of his best orations) and it hath been 
observ'd that they are apt to admire him most confoundedly, who have just 
such a scantling of it as he had ; and I have seen a man the most severe of 
Johnson's Sect, sit with his Hat remov'd less than a hair's breadth from one 
sullen posture for almost three hours at The Ale hymist , who at that 
excellent Play of Harry the Fourth (which yet I hope is far enough from 
Farce) hath very hardly kept his Doublet whole ; but affectation hath always 
had a greater share both in the action and discourse of men than truth and 
judgement have; and for our Modern ones, except our most unimitable 
Laureat, I dare to say I know of none that write at such a formidable rate, 
but that a woman may well hope to reach their greatest heights. Then for 
their musty rules of Unity, and God knows what besides, if they meant 
anything, they are enough intelligible and as practible by a woman ; but 
really methinks they that disturb their heads with any other rule of Playes 
besides the making them pleasant, and avoiding of scurrility, might much 
better be employed in studying how to improve men's too imperfect know 
ledge of that ancient English Game which hight long Laurence : And i: 
Comedy should be the picture of ridiculous mankind I wonder anyone 
should think it such a sturdy task, whilst we are furnish'd with such 
precious Originals as him I lately told you of; if at least that Character dc 
not dwindle into Farce, and so become too mean an entertainment foi 
those persons who are us'd to think. Reader, I have a complaint or two tc 
make to you and I have done ; Know then that this Play was hugelj 
injur'd in the Acting, for 'twas done so imperfectly as never any wa: 


before, which did more harm to this than it could have done to any of 
another sort ; the Plot being busie (though I think not intricate) and so 
requiring a continual attention, which being interrupted by the intolerable 
negligence of some that acted in it, must needs much spoil the beauty 
on't. My Dutch Lover spoke but little of what I intended for him, but 
supplied it with a great deal of idle stuff, which I was wholly unacquainted 
with until I had heard it first from him ; so that Jack-pudding ever us'd to 
do : which though I knew before, I gave him yet the Part, because I knew 
him so acceptable to most o'th' lighter Periwigs about the Town, and he 
indeed did vex me so, I could almost be angry : Yet, but Reader, you 
remember, I suppose, a fusty piece of Latine that has past from hand to 
hand this thousand years they say (and how much longer I can't tell) in 
favour of the dead. I intended him a habit much more notably ridiculous, 
which if ever it be important was so here, for many of the Scenes in the 
three last Acts depended upon the mistakes of the Colonel for Haunce, 
which the ill-favour' d likeness of their Habits is suppos'd to cause. Lastly 
my Epilogue was promis'd me by a Person who had surely made it good, 
if any, but he failing of his word, deput'd one, who has made it as you see, 
and to make out your penyworth you have it here. The Prologue is by 
misfortune lost. Now, Reader, I have eas'd my mind of all I had to say, 
and so sans farther complyment, Adieu. 




Ambrosia, A Nobleman of Spain. 

Marcel, His Son. 

Silvio, Supposed Bastard Son to Ambrosia. 

Antonio, A German that has debauch'd Hippolyta. 

Alon-zo, A Flanders Colonel contracted to Hippolyta, and newly 

arriv'd at Madrid. 
Lovis, His Friend. 

Carlo, Father to Lovis and Eupbemia. 
Haunce van Exel, A Dutch Fop contracted to Euphemia, newly 

arriv'd at Madrid. 
Gload, His Cash-keeper. 
Pedro, An old Servant to Alonzo. 
Boy, Page to Marcel. 
Servant to Carlo. 
A Friar. 


Euphemia, In love with Alonxo. 

Hippolyta, In love with Antonio, ) ,-. , . . , 

~, rr J / , .., c-; I Daughters to Ambrosto. 

Cleonte, In love with btl-vto, \ 

Clarinda, Sister unknown to Alonxo, in love with Marcel. 
Dormida, Her Governess. 
Francisca, Woman to Cleonte. 

Olinda, ) ~ ,., ., T-, , 

n . } Two Maids to Eupbemia. 

Donee, ) 

Swains, Four Shepherds, Four Nymphs, Dutch Men and Dutch Women. 

The Scene, Madrid. 




SCENE I. A Street. 

Enter Alonzo and Lovis in travelling Habits, attended 
by Pedro and Gload. 

Lo. Dear A lonzo ! I shall love a Church the better this 
Month for giving me a sight of thee, whom I so little ex 
pected in this part of the World, and less in so sanctifi'd a 
Place. What Affair could be powerful enough to draw 
thee from the kind obliging Ladies of Brabant? 

Alon. First the sudden Orders of my Prince Don John, 
and next a fair Lady. 

Lo. A Lady ! Can any of this Country relish with a 
Man that has been us'd to the Freedom of those of Bruxeh, 
from whence I suppose you are now arriv'd ? 

Alon. This morning I landed, from such a Storm, as set 
us all to making Vows of Conversion, (upon good Con 
ditions) and that indeed brought me to Church. 

Lo. In that very Storm I landed too, but with less Sense 
of Danger than you, being diverted with a pleasant Fellow 
that came along with me, and who is design'd to marry a 
Sister of mine against my Will And now I think of him, 
Gload, where hast thou left this Master of thine? 

Glo. At the Inn, Sir, in as lamentable a Pickle, as if he 
were still in the Storm ; recruiting his emptyed Stomach 
with Brandy, and railing against all Women-kind for your 
Sister's sake, who has made him undertake this Voyage. 

Lo. Well, I'll come to him, go home before. [Ex. Gload. 

Alon. Prithee what thing is this? 


Lo. Why, 'tis the Cashier to this Squire I spoke of, a 
Man of Business, and as wise as his Master, but the graver 
Coxcomb of the two. But this Lady, Alonzo, who is this 
Lady thou speak'st of? shall not I know her? We were 
wont to divide the Spoils of Beauty, as well as those of War 
between us. 

Alon. O but this is no such Prize, thou wouldst hardly 
share this with the Danger, there's Matrimony in the Case. 

Lo. Nay, then keep her to thy self, only let me know 
who 'tis that can debauch thee to that scandalous way of 
Life ; is she fair? will she recompense the Folly? 

Alon. Faith, I know not, I never saw her yet, but 'tis 
the Sister of Marcel, whom we both knew last Summer 
in Flanders, and where he and I contracted such a Friend 
ship, that without other Consideration he promis'd me 
Hippolyta, for that's his Sister's Name. 

Lo. But wo't thou really marry her ? 

Alon. I consider my Advantage in being allied to so 
considerable a Man as Ambrosio y her Father ; I being now 
so unhappy as not to know my Birth or Parents. 

Lo. I have often heard of some such thing, but durst 
not ask the Truth of it. 

Alon. 'Tis so, all that I know of my self is, that a Spanish 
Souldier, who brought me up in the Army, dying, confest 
I was not his Son, (which till then I believ'd) and at the 
Age of twelve left me to shift for my self : the Fortune 
he inrich'd me with, was his Horse and Arms, with a few 
Documents how to use them, as I had seen him do with 
good success : This Servant, [Points to Pedro] and a Crucifix 
of Value. And from one Degree to another, I arriv'd to 
what you knew me, Colonel of the Prince's Regiment, and 
the Glory of his Favour. 

Lo. Honour is the Child of Virtue, and finds an Owner 
every where. 

Alon. Oh, Sir, you are a Courtier, and have much the 
odds of a Souldier in Parleys of this nature : but hither I 
am come 

sc. i] THE DUTCH LOVER 229 

Lo. To be undone Faith, thou look'st ill upon't. 

A Ion. I confess I am not altogether so brisk as I should 
have been upon another Occasion ; you know, Lovis, I 
have been us'd to Christian Liberty, and hate this formal 
Courtship. Pox on't, wou'd 'twere over. 

Lo. Where all Parties are agreed, there's little need of 
that ; and the Ladies of Spain, whatever Gravity they 
assume, are as ready as any you ever met withal. 

Alon. But there's a damn'd Custom that does not at all 
agree with Men so frank and gay as thou and I ; there's 
a deal of Danger in the Atchievement, which some say 
heightens the Pleasure, but I am of another Opinion. 

Fed. Sir, there is a Female in a Veil has follow'd us ever 
since we came from Church. 

Alon. Some amorous Adventure : See [Enter Olinda.] 
she advances : Prithee retire, there may be danger in it. 

[Puts Lovis back. 

Lo. Oh then, I must by no means leave you. 

[Lovis advances. 

Olin. Which of these two shall I chuse ? [She looks on both. 
Sir, you appear a Stranger. [To Lovis. 

Alon. We are both so, Lady. 

Olin. I shall spoil all, and bring [She looks again on both.~] 
the wrong. Sir, you should be a Cavalier, that 

Alon. Would gladly obey your Orders. 

Lo. Nay, I find 'tis all one to you which you chuse, so 
you have one of us : but would not both do better ? 

Olin. No, Sir, my Commission's but to one. 

Alon. Fix and proceed then, let me be the Man. 

Olin. What shall I do ? they are both well : [Aside. 
but I'll e'en chuse, as 'twere, for my self; and hang me 
if I know which that shall be, [looks on both.'] Sir, there is 
a Lady of Quality and Beauty, who guessing you to be 
Men of Honour, has sent me to one of you. 

Alon. Me, I am sure. 

Lo. Me, me, he's engag'd already. 


Alon. That's foul Play, Lovis. 

Olln. Well, I must have but one, and therefore I'll wink 
and chuse. 

Lo. Fll'not trust blind Fortune. 

Alon. Prithee, Lovis, let thee and I agree upon the 
matter, and I find the Lady will be reasonable ; cross or 
pile who shall go. 

Lo. Go, Sir, whither? 

Alon. To the Lady that 

Lo. Sent for neither of us that I can hear of yet. 

Olin. You will not hear me out, but I'll end the Dif 
ference by chusing you, Sir ; and if you'll follow me [To 
Alonzo.] at a Distance, I will conduct you where this 
Lady is. 

Alon. Fair Guide, march on, I'll follow thee. [Offers to go. 

Lo. You are not mad, Sir, 'tis some abuse, and dangerous. 

\_Pulls him back. 

Alon. Be not envious of my Happiness : Forbear a 
Wench, for fear of Danger ! 

Lo. Have a care, 'tis some Plot. [Holds him.~\ Where 
did this Lady see us? we are both Strangers in the City. 

Alon. No matter where. 

Olin. At Church, Sir, just now. 

Alon. Ay, ay, at Church, at Church, enough. 

Lo. What's her Name ? 

Alon. Away, thou art fuller of Questions than a Fortune 
teller : Come, let's be gone. 

Lo. Sure you do not mean to keep your Word, Sir ? 

Alon. Not keep my Word, Lovis? What wicked Life 
hast thou known me lead, should make thee suspect I 
should not ? When I have made an Interest in her, and 
find her worth communicating, I will be just upon Honour 
Go, go. 

Lo. Well, go your ways ; if Marriage do not tame you, 
you are past all Hopes : but pray, Sir, let me see you at 
my Lodgings, the Golden Fleece here at the Gate. 

sc. n] THE DUTCH LOVER 231 

Alon. I'll attend thee here, and tell thee my Adventure : 

Farewel. [Exit Lovis.] Pedro, go you and inquire for the 

House of Don Ambrosia^ and tell him I will wait on him 

in the Evening, by that time I shall get my self in Order. 

\_Ex. Alonzo and Olinda ; Pedro the other way. 

SCENE II. Ambrosio's House. 
Enter Silvio, melancholy. 

Sllv. I must remove Marcel^ for his nice Honour 
Will ne'er permit that I should court my Sister ; 
My Passion will admit of no Restraint, 
'Tis grown so violent; and fair Cleonte's Charms 
Each Day increase to such a killing Number, 
That I must speak or die. 

Enter Francisca. 

Franc. What, still with folded Arms and down-cast 
looks ? 

Silv. Oh Francisca! 

My Brother's Presence now afflicts me more 
Than all my Fears of Cruelty from Cleonte ; 
She is the best, the sweetest, kindest Sister 

Franc. Ay, Sir, but she will never make the kindest 

Silv. At least she should permit me to adore her, 
Were but Marcel away. 
Hast thou no Stratagem to get him absent ? 
For I can think of nothing but my Sister. [Sighs. 

Franc. I know of one, nor other Remedy for you than 
loving less. 

Silv. Oh, 'tis impossible : 

Thou know'st I've tried all ways, made my Addresses 
To all the fairest Virgins in Madrid ; 
Nay, and at last fell to the worst Debauchery, 
That of frequenting every common House : 


But Souls that feed so high on Love as mine, 
Must nauseate coarser Diet. 
No, I must still love on, and tell her so, 
Or I must live no longer. 

Franc. That methinks you might do even in the Pre 
sence of Marcel. A Brother is allow'd to love a Sister. 

Silv. But I shall do't in such a way, Francisco^ 
Be so transported, and so passionate, 
I shall betray what he will ne'er indure. 
And since our other Sister, loose Hippolyta, was lost, 
He does so guard and watch the fair Cleonte 

Franc. Why, quarrel with him, Sir : you know you are 
so much dearer to my Lord your Father than he is, that 
should he perceive a Difference between ye, he would soon 
dismiss him the House ; and 'twere but Reason, Sir, for 
I am sure Don Marcel loves you not. 

Silv. That I excuse, since he the lawful Heir to all my 
Father's Fortunes, sees it every Day ready to be sacrific'd 
to me, who can pretend no Title to't, but the unaccount 
able Love my Father bears me. 

Franc. Can you dissemble, Sir? 

Silv. The worst of any Man, but would endeavour it, 
If it could any ways advance my Love. 

Franc. Which I must find some way to ruin. \_Aside. 
Then court his Mistress. 

Silv. The rich Flavia? 

Franc. That would not incense him, for her he is to marry; 
But 'tis the fair Clarinda has his Heart. 

Silv. To act a feigned Love, and hide a real one, 
Is what I have already try'd in vain. 
Even fair Clarinda I have courted too, 
In hope that way to banish from my Soul 
The hopeless Flame Cleonte kindled there ; 
But 'twas a Shame to see how ill I did dissemble. 

Franc. Stay, Sir, here comes Marcel. I'll leave you. 

[Exit Francisca. 

Isc. n] THE DUTCH LOVER 233 

Enter Marcel, with a Letter open in his Hand, 

which he kisses. 
Mar. Kind Messenger of Love ! Thus, thus a thousand 


I bid thee welcome from my fair Clarinda. 
Thus joyful Bridegrooms, after long Despairs, 
Possess the yielding Treasure in their Arms: 
Only thus much the happier Lover I, 
[Who gather all the Sweets of this fair Maid 
I Without the ceremonious Tie of Marriage ; 
iThat tie that does but nauseate the Delight, 
! Be far from happy Lovers ; we'll embrace 
And unconfin'd and free as whispering Air, 
[That mingles wantonly with spreading Flowers. 
Sih. What's all this? 
Mar. Silvio, the Victory's won. 
[The Heart that nicely stood it out so long, 
I Now yields upon Conditions. 

Silv. What Victory? or what Heart? 
Mar. I am all Rapture, cannot speak it out ; 
My Senses have carous'd too much of Joy ; 
And like young Drunkards, proud of their new try'd 

Have made my Pleasure less by the excess. 

Silv. This is wondrous. 
Impart some of your over-charge to me, 
The Burden lightned will be more supportable. 

Mar. Read here, and change thy Wonder, when thou 


i How happy Man can be. [Gives him a Letter. 

\_Silvio reads.] 


\ Dormida will have me tell you what Effects your Vows have 
| made, and how easily they have drawn from me a Consent to 
' see you, as you desired, this Night in my Chamber : you have 


sworn to marry me, and Love will have me credit you, and 
then methinks I ought not to deny you any thing, nor question 
your Virtue. Dormida will wait to throw you down the Key, 
when all are in Bed, that will conduct you to 

Tour Clarinda. 

Silv. Damn her for a Dissembler ! 
Is this the chaste, the excellent Clarinda, 
Who whilst I courted, was as cold and nice, 
As a young Nun the day she is invested ? 

Mar. How now, Brother ! what, displeased with it ? 

[ Takes the Letter. 

Silv. A little, Sir, to see another's Happiness, 
Whilst I, where e'er I pay my Vows and Sighs, 
Get nothing but Disdain ; and yet this Shape 
And Face I never thought unhandsom. 

Mar. These be the least approaches to a Heart ; 
'Tis not dull looking well will do the feat, 
There is a Knack in Love, a critical Minute : 
And Women must be watcht as Witches are, 
E'er they confess, and then they yield apace. 
Enter a Boy. 

Boy. Sir, there's without a Servant of Don Alonzo^s, who 
says his Master will be here to Night. [Marcel is surprized. 

Mar. Alonzol now I begin to wake 
From Love, like one from some delightful Dream, 
To reassume my wonted Cares and Shame. 
I will not speak with him. \Exit Boy. 

Oh H ippolyta ! thou poor lost thing, Hippolyta! 
How art thou fallen from Honour, and from Virtue, 
And liv'st in Whoredom with an impious Villain, 
Who in revenge to me has thus betray'd thee. 
Keep thy self closer than thou'st done thy Sin ; 
For if I find thee out, by all that's good, 
Thou hadst more Mercy on thy slaughter'd Honour, 
Than I will have for thee. 
And thou, Antonio, that hast betray'd her, 

he. 11] THE DUTCH LOVER 235 

Who till profan'd by thee, was chaste as Shrines, 
A.nd pure as are the Vows are offer'd there, 
'That Rape which thou'st committed on her Innocence, 
will revenge as shall become her Brother. 

\Qffers to go out in rage. 

Silv. Stay, Marcel, 
[ can inform you where these Lovers are. 

Mar. Oh tell me quickly then, 
That I may take them in their foul Embraces, 
A.nd send their Souls to Hell. 

Silv. Last Night I made a youthful Sally to 
Due of those Houses where Love and Pleasure sold at dearest Rates. 

Mar. A Bordello ; forwards pray. 

Silv. Yes, at the Corner of St. Jeromes; where after 
;eeing many Faces which pleas'd me not, I would have 
:ook my leave ; but the Matron of the House, a kind 
jbliging Lady, seeing me so nice, and of Quality, (tho 
lisguis'd) told me she had a Beauty, such an one as had 
dount d" 1 Olivarez in his height of Power seen, he would 
lave purchas'd at any rate. I grew impatient to see this 
ine thing, and promis'd largely : then leading me into a 
R.oom as gay, and as perfum'd as an Altar upon a Holy- 
lay, I saw seated upon a Couch of State 

Mar. Hippolyta! 

Silv. Hippolyta our Sister, drest like a Venice Curtezan, 
With all the Charms of a loose Wanton, 
Singing and playing to her ravisht Lover, 
Who I perceiv'd assisted to expose her. 

Mar. Well, Sir, what follow'd ? 

Silv. Surpriz'd at sight of this, I did withdraw, 
A.nd left them laughing at my little Confidence. 

Mar. How ! left them? and left them living too? 

Silv. If a young Wench will be gadding, 
Who can help it ? 

Mar. 'Sdeath you should, were you that half her Brother, 


Which my Father too doatingly believes you. [Inrag'd. 

Sllv. How ! do you question his Belief, Marcel? 

Mar. I ne'er consider'd it ; be gone and leave me. 

Silv. Am I a Dog that thus you bid me vanish ? 
What mean you by this Language? [Comes up to him. 
And how dare you upbraid me with my Birth, 
Which know, Marcel, is more illustrious far 
Than thine, being got when Love was in his reign, 
With all his Youth and Heat about him ? 
I, like the Birds of bravest kind, was hatcht 
In the hot Sun-shine of Delight; whilst 
Thou, Marcel^ wer't poorly brooded 
In the cold Nest of Wedlock. 

Mar. Thy Mother was some base notorious Strumpet, 
And by her Witchcraft reduc'd my Father's Soul, 
And in return she paid him with a Bastard, 
Which was thou. 

Sllv. Marcel^ thou ly'st. [Strikes him. 

Mar. Tho 'twere no point of Valour, but of Rashness 
To fight thee, yet I'll do't. 

Silv. By Heaven, I will not put this Injury up. 

[They fight) Silvio is wounded. 

[Fight again. Enter Ambrosio, and Cieonte between ; 
Silvio falls into the Arms 0/~ Cieonte. 

Amb. Hold ! I command you hold ; 
Ah, Traitor to my Blood, what hast thou done ? 

[To Marcel, who kneels and lays his Sword at his Feet. 

Silv. In fair Cleonte's Arms ! 
O I could kiss the Hand that gives me Death, 
So I might thus expire. 

Mar. Pray hear me, Sir, before you do condemn me. 

Amb. I will hear nothing but thy Death pronounc'd, 
Since thou hast wounded him, if it be mortal. 
Have I not charg'd thee on thy Life, Marcel, 
Thou shouldst not hold Discourse with him of any kind ? 

Mar. I did foresee my Fate, but could not shun it. 

[Takes his Sword and goes out. 

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Amb. What ho ! Biscay, a Surgeon ; on your Lives a 
(Surgeon; where be these Rascals? [Goes out. 

Si/v. I would not have a Surgeon search my Wound 
With rude and heavy Hands : 
JYours, fair Cleonte, can apply the Balsam 
JFar more successfully, 

For they are soft and white as Down of Swans, 
i.And every Touch is sovereign. 

Cleo. But I should die with looking on your Wounds. 

Si/v. And I shall die unless you cure them, Sister. 

Cleo. With the expence of mine to save your Life, 
Is both my Wish and Duty. 

Si/v. I thank you, pretty Innocence. [Leads him in. 

SCENE III. A Grove. 
Discovers Euphemia veiTd^ walking alone. 

Euph. Olinda stays long ; I hope she has overtook the 
Cavalier. Lord, how I am concern'd ; if this should be 
Love now, I were in fine condition, at least if he be married, 
or a Lover : Oh that I fear : hans; me, if it has not dis- 

O / 

; order'd me all over. But see, where she comes with him too. 
Enter Olinda and Alonzo. 

Olin. Here he is, Madam, I hope 'tis the right Man. 

Alon. Madam, you see what haste I make to obey your 
kind Commands. 

Euph. 'Twas as kindly done, Sir ; but I fear when you 
know to what end 'tis, you'll repent your Haste. 

Alon. 'Tis very likely ; but if I do, you are not the first 
of your Sex that has put me to Repentance : But lift up 
your Veil, and if your Face be good 

[0/ers to lift up her Veil 

Euph. Stay, you're too hasty. 

Alon. Nay, let's have fair Play on both sides, I'll hide 
nothing from you. \Qjfers again. 

Euph. I have a Question or two to ask you first. 


A Ion. I can promise nothing till I see my Reward. I am 
a base Barterer, here's one for t'other ; you saw your Man 
and lik'd him, and if I like you when I see you 

[Offers again] 

Euph. But if you do not, must all my liking be cast away i 

A Ion. As for that, trust to my good Nature; a frank! 
Wench has hitherto taken me as much as Beauty. And one 
Proof you have already given of that, in this kind Invita 
tion : come, come, do not lose my little new-gotten gooc 
Opinion of thee, by being coy and peevish. [Offers again.l 

Euph. You're strangely impatient, Sir. 

A Ion. O you should like me the better for that, 'tis 21 
sign of Youth and Fire. 

Euph. But, Sir, before I let you see my Face 

Alon. I hope I must not promise you to like it. 

Euph. No, that were too unreasonable, but I must know 
whether you are a Lover. 

Alon. What an idle Question's that to a brisk young 
Fellow? A Lover ! yes, and that as often as I see a new Face 

Euph. That I'll allow. 

Alon. That's kindly said ; and now do I find I shall bt 
in love with thine as soon as I see't, for I am half so witr 
thy Humour already. 

Euph. Are you not married, Sir ? 

Alon. Married ! 

Euph. Now I dread his Answer. \_Aside.~\ Yes, married 

Alon. Why, I hope you make no Scruple of Conscience 
to be kind to a married Man. 

Euph. Now do I find, you hope I am a Curtezan tha 
come to bargain for a Night or two ; but if I possess you i 
it must be for ever. 

Alon. For ever let it be then. Come, let's begin on anj 

Euph. I cannot blame you, Sir, for this mistake, sinc< 
what I've rashly done, has given you cause to think I an ; 
not virtuous. 

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Alon. Faith, Madam, Man is a strange ungovern'd thing ; 
^et I in the whole course of my Life have taken the best 
;are I could, to make as few Mistakes as possible : and 
.reating all Women-kind alike, we seldom err ; for where 
vve find one as you profess to be, we happily light on a 
lundred of the sociable and reasonable sort. 

.Euph. But sure you are so much a Gentleman, that you 
itiay be convinc'd ? 

Alon. Faith, if I be mistaken, I cannot devise what other 
use you can make of me. 

Euph. In short this ; I must leave you instantly ; and 
will only tell you I am the sole Daughter of a rich Parent, 
roung, and as I am told not unhandsom ; I am contracted 
to a Man I never saw, nor I am sure shall not like when 
[ do see, he having more Vice and Folly than his Fortune 
will excuse, tho a great one ; and I had rather die than 
marry him. 

Alon. I understand you, and you would have me dis 
patch this Man. 

Euph. I am not yet so wicked. The Church is the only 
place I am allowed to go to, and till now could never see 
the Man that was perfectly agreeable to me : Thus veil'd, ; 
I'll venture to tell you so. 

Alon. What the Devil will this come to ? her Mien and 
Shape are strangely graceful, and her Discourse is free and 
natural. What a damn'd Defeat is this, that she should be 
honest now ! [Aside. 

Euph. Well, Sir, what Answer ? I see he is uneasy. [y/5/Wi?. 

Alon. Why, as I was saying, Madam, I am a Stranger. 

Euph. I like you the better for that. 

Alon. But, Madam, lama Man unknown, unown'd in 
the World ; and much unworthy the Honour you do me 
Would I were well rid of her, and yet I find a damnable 
Inclination to stay too. [Aside. 

Will nothing but Matrimony serve your turn, Madam? 
Pray use a young Lover as kindly as you can. 


Euph. Nothing but that will do, and that must be done. 

A 'Ion. Must! 'slife this is the first of her Sex that ever 
was before-hand with me, and yet that I should be forc'd 
to deny her too. [Aside.\ 

Euph. I fear his Answer, Olinda. [Aside. 

O/in. At least 'tis but making a Discovery of your 
Beauty, and then you have him sure. 

A Ion. Madam, 'tis a matter of Moment, and requires) 
Deliberation ; besides I have made a kind of Promise 

Euph. Never to marry ? 

Alan. No, faith, 'tis not so well : But since now I find 
we are both in haste, I am to be marry'd. 

Euph. This I am sure is an Excuse ; but I'll fit him 
for't. [Aside. 

To be marry'd said you ? 
That Word has kill'd me, Oh I feel it drill 
Through the deep Wound his Eyes have lately made: 
'Twas much unkind to make me hope so long. 

[She leans on Olinda, as if she swooned^ who pulls off 
her Veil : he stands gazing at a Distance. 

Olin. Sure she does but counterfeit, and now I'll play 
my Part. Madam, Madam ! 

Alon. What wondrous thing is that ! I should not look 
upon't, it changes Nature in me. 

Olin. Have you no pity, Sir? Come nearer pray. 

Alon. Sure there's Witchcraft in that Face, it never' 
could have seiz'd me thus else, I have lov'd a thousand 
times, yet never felt such joyful Pains before. 

Olin. She does it rarely. What mean you, Sir? 

Alon. I never was a Captive to this Hour. 
If in her Death such certain Wounds she give, 
What Mischiefs she would do, if she should live ! 
Yet she must live, and live that I may prove 
Whether this strange Disorder here be Love. [To his heart. 
Divine, divinest Maid. [Kneels. 

sc. in] THE DUTCH LOVER 241 

Olin. Come nearer, Sir, you'll do a Lady no good at 
that Distance. Speak to her, Sir. 

[He rises and comes to her, gazing still. 

Alon. I know not what to say, 
I am unus'd to this soft kind of Language : 
But if there be a Charm in Words, and such 
As may conjure her to return again ; 
Prithee instruct me in them, I'll say any thing, 
Do any thing, and surfer all the Wounds 
Her Eyes can give. 

Euph. Sure he is real. [Aside. 

Alas ! I am discover'd ; how came my Veil off? 

[She pretends to recover ', and wonder that her Veil is off". 

Alon. That you have let me see that lovely Face, 
May move your Pity, not your Anger, Madam ; 
Pity the Wounds 't has made, pity the Slave, 
Who till this Moment boasted of his Freedom. 

Euph. May I believe all this ? for that we easily do in 
things we wish. 

Alon. Command me things impossible to all 
Sense but a Lover's, I will do't : to shew 
The Truth of this, I could even give you 
The last Proof of it, and take you at your Word, 
To marry you. 

Euph. O wondrous Reformation ! marry me ! [Laughs. 

Alon. How, do you mock my Grief? 

Euph. What a strange dissembling thing is Man ! To 
put me off too, you were to be married. 

Alon. Hah, I had forgotten Hippolyta. \_He starts. 

Euph. See, Olinda, the Miracle increases, he can be 
serious too. How do you, Sir ? 

Alon. 'Tis you have robb'd me of my native Humour, 
I ne'er could think till now. 

Euph. And to what purpose was it now? 

Alon. Why, Love and Honour were at odds within me, 
And I was making Peace between them. 

I R 


Euph. How fell that out, Sir? 

Alon. About a Pair of Beauties ; Women, 
That set the whole World at odds. 
She that is Honour's Choice I never saw, 
And love has taught me new Obedience here. 

Euph. What means he ? I fear he is in earnest. [Aside. 

Olin. 'Tis nothing but his Aversion to Marriage, which 
most young Men dread now-a-days. 

Euph. I must have this Stranger, or I must die; for 
whatever Face I put upon't, I am far gone in Love, but 
I must hide it. [Aside. 

Well, since I have mist my Aim, you shall never boast 
my Death ; I'll cast my self away upon the next handsom 
young Fellow I meet, tho I die for't ; and so farewel to 
you, loving Sir. [Offers to go. 

Alon. Stay, do not marry, as you esteem the Life of 
him that shall possess you. 

Euph. Sure you will not kill him. 

Alon. By Heaven, I will. 

Euph. O I'll trust you, Sir : Farewel, farewel. 

Alon. You shall not go in triumph thus, 
Unless you take me with you. 

Euph. Well, since you are so resolv'd (and so in love) I'll 
give you leave to see me once moreata House at the Corner 
of St. Jeroni's, where this Maid shall give you Entrance. 

Alon. Why, that's generously said. 

Euph. As soon 'tis dark you may venture. 

Alon. Till then will be an Age, farewel, fair Saint, 
To thee and all my quiet till we meet. [Exeunt. 


SCENE I. The Street. 
Enter Marcel in a Cloak alone. 

Mar. The Night comes on, and offers me two Pleasures, 
The least of which would make another blest, 
Love and Revenge : but I, whilst I dispute 

sc. r] THE DUTCH LOVER 243 

Which Happiness to chuse, neglect them both. 

The greatest Bliss that Mankind can possess, 

Persuades me this way, to my fair Clarinda : 

But tyrannick Honour 

(Presents the Credit of my House before me, 
( And bids me first redeem its fading Glory, 

By sacrificing that false Woman's Heart 

That has undone its Fame. 
iBut stay, Oh Conscience, when I look within, 

And lay my Anger by, I find that Sin 

Which I would punish in Antonio 's Soul, 

Lie nourish'd up in mine without Controul. 
I To fair Clarinda such a Siege I lay, 

As did that Traitor to Hippolyta ; 

Only Hippolyta a Brother has, 

Clarinda, none to punish her Disgrace : 

And 'tis more Glory the defenc'd to win, 

Than 'tis to take unguarded Virtue in. 

I either must my shameful Love resign, 

Or my more brave and just Revenge decline. 

Enter Alonzo drest^ with Lovis. Marcel stays. 

Alon. But to be thus in love, is't not a Wonder, Lovis ? 

Lov. No, Sir, it had been much a greater, if you had 
stay'd a Night in Town without being so ; and I shall see 
this Wonder as often as you see a new Face of a pretty 

Alon. I do not say that I shall lose all Passion for the 
fair Sex hereafter ; but on my Conscience, this amiable 
Stranger has given me a deeper Wound than ever I received 
from any before. 

Lov. Well, you remember the Bargain. 

Alon. What Bargain ? 

Lov. To communicate ; you understand. 

Alon. There's the Devil on't, she is not such a Prize : 
Oh, were she not honest, Friend ! \_Hugs him. 


Lov. Is it so to do ? What, you pretend to be a Lover, 
and she honest, now only to deprive me of my Part : 
remember this, Alonzo. 

Mar. Did not I hear Alonzo nam'd ? [Aside. 

Alon. By all that's good I am in earnest, Friend ; 
Nay thy own Eyes shall convince thee 
Of the Power of hers. 
Her Veil fell off, and she appear'd to me, 
Like unexpected Day, from out a Cloud ; 
The lost benighted Traveller 

Sees not th' Approach of the next Morning's Sun 
With more transported Joy, 
Than I this ravishing and unknown Beauty. 

Lov. Hey day ! What Stuff's here ? Nay, now I see 
thou art quite gone indeed. 

Alon. I fear it. Oh, had she not been honest ! 
What Joy, what Heaven of Joys she would distribute! 
With such a Face, and Shape, a Wit, and Mein 
But as she is, I know not what to do. 

Lov. You cannot marry her. 

Alon. I would not willingly, tho I think I'm free : For 
Pedro went to Marcel to tell him I was arriv'd, and would 
wait on him ; but was treated more like a Spy, than a 
Messenger of Love : They sent no Answer back, which 
I tell you, Lovis, angers me : 'twas not the Entertainment 
I expected from my brave Friend Marcel. But now I am 
for the fair Stranger who by this expects me. 

Mar. 'Tis Alonzo. O how he animates my Rage, and 
turns me over to Revenge, upon Hippolyta and her false 
Lover ! [Aside. 

Lov. Who's this that walks before us? [They go out. 

Alon. No matter who. 

Mar. I am follow'd. [They enter again. 

Lov. See, he stops. [Marcel looks back. 

Alon, Let him do what he please, we will out-go him. 

[ They go out. 


Lov. This Man whoe'er he be still follows us. 
Alon. I care not, nothing shall hinder my Design, I'll 
go tho I make my passage thro his Heart. 

[They enter at another Door^ he follows. 
Lov. See, he advances, pray stand by a little. 

[They stand by. 

Mar. Sure there's some Trick in this, but I'll not fear it. 
This is the Street, and hereabout's the House. [Looks about. 
This must be it, if I can get admittance now. [Knocks. 

Enter Olinda with a Light. 

Olin. O, Sir, are you come ? my Lady grew impatient. 

[ They go in. 
Mar. She takes me for some other : This is happy. 


Alon. Gods ! is not that the Maid that first conducted 
me to the fair thing that rob'd me of my Heart? 
Lov. I think it is. 

Alon. She gives admittance to another Man. 
All Women-kind are false, I'll in and tell her so. 

[Offers to go. 

Lov. You are too rash, 'tis dangerous. 
Alon. I do despise thy Counsel, let me go. 
Lov. If you are resolv'd, I'll run the Hazard with you. 

[ They both go in. 

SCENE II. The Scene changes to a Chamber. 

Enter from one side Olinda, lighting in Marcel muffled as 

before in his G lake, from the other Antonio leading in 

Euphemia veiTd. 

Mar. By Heaven's, 'tis she : Vile Strumpet ! 

[Throws off his Cloke, and snatches her from him. 
Euph. Alas, this is not he whom I expected. 
Anto. Marcel! I had rather have encounter'd my evil 
Angel than thee. [Draws. 


Mar. I do believe thee, base ungenerous Coward. 


[They fight) Marcel disarms Antonio, by wounding 
his Hand. Enter Alonzo, goes betwixt them, and 
with his Sword drawn opposes Marcel, who is going 
to kill Antonio; L,ov is follows him. 

Alon. Take Courage, Sir. [To Antonio, who goes out mad. 

Mar. Prevented ! whoe'er thou be'st. 
It was unjustly done, 
To save his Life who merits Death, 
By a more shameful way. 
But thank the Gods she still remains to meet 
That Punishment that's due to her foul Lust. 

[Offers to run at her y Alonzo goes between. 

Alon. 'Tis this way you must make your Passage then. 

Mar. What art thou, that thus a second time 
Dar'st interpose between Revenge and me ? 

Alon. 'Tis Marcel! What can this mean? [Aside. 
Dost not thou know me, Friend? look on me well. 

Mar. Alonzo here ! Ah I shall die with Shame. [Aside. 
As thou art my Friend, remove from that bad Woman, 
Whose Sins deserve no sanctuary. 

Euph. What can he mean ? I dare not shew my Face. 


Alon. I do believe this Woman is a false one, 
But still she is a Woman, and a fair one : 
I would not suffer thee to injure her, 
Tho I believe she has undone thy quiet, 
As she has lately mine. 

Mar. Why, dost thou know it then ? 
Stand by, I shall forget thou art my Friend else, 
And thro thy Heart reach hers. 

Alon. Nothing but Love could animate him thus, 
He is my Rival. [Aside. 

Marcel^ I will not quit one inch of Ground ; 
Do what thou dar'st, for know I do adore her, 

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And thus am bound by Love to her Defence. 

[Offers to fight Marcel, who retires in wonder. 
Euph. Hold, noble Stranger, hold. 
Mar. Have you such Pity on your Lover there ? 

[Offers to kill her^ Alonzo stays him. 
Euph. Help, help. [Her Veil falls off. 

Enter Hippolyta drest like a Curtezan : Sees Marcel. 

Hip. Oh Gods, my Brother ! in pity, Sir, defend me 
From the just Rage of that incensed Man. 

[Runs behind Lovis, whilst Marcel stands 
gazing on both with wonder. 

Lov. I know not the meaning of all this, but 
However I'll help the Lady in Distress. 
Madam, you're safe, whilst I am your Protector. 

[Leads her out. 

Mar. I've lost the Power of striking where I ought, 
Since my misguided Hand so lately err'd. 
Oh Rage, dull senseless Rage, how blind and rude 
It makes us. 

Pardon, fair Creature, my unruly Passion, 
And only blame that Veil which hid that Face, 
Whose Innocence and Beauty had disarm'd it : 
I took you for the most perfidious Woman, 
The falsest loosest thing. 

Alon. How ! are you a Stranger to her? 

Mar. Yes I am. Have you forgiven me, Madam ? 

Euph. Sir, I have. [Marcel bows and offers to go out. 

Alon. Stay, Friend, and let me know your Quarrel. 

Mar. Not for the World, Alonzo. 

Alon. This is unfriendly, Sir. 

Mar. Thou dost delay me from the noblest Deed, 
On which the Honour of my House depends, 
A Deed which thou wilt curse thy self for hindring 
Farewel. [Goes out. 

Alon. What can the meaning of this be ? 


Euph. Oh do not ask, but let us quickly leave this 
dangerous Place. 

Alon. Does it not belong to you ? 

Euph. No, but you would like me the better if it did : 
for, Sir, it is a 

Alon. Upon my Life, a Baudy-house. 

Euph. So they call it. 

Alon. You do amaze me. 

Euph. Truth is, not daring to trust my Friends or 
Relations with a Secret that so nearly concern'd me as 
the meeting you, and hearing of a new come Curtezan 
living in this House, I sent her word I would make her 
a Visit, knowing she would gladly receive it from a Maid 
of my Quality : When I came, I told her my Business, 
and very frankly she offer'd me her House and Service 
Perhaps you'll like me the worse for this bold Venture, but 
when you consider my promis'd Husband is every day ex 
pected, you will think it but just to secure my self any way. 

Alon. You could not give me a greater Proof than this 
of what you say you bless me with, your Love. 

Euph. I will not question but you are in earnest ; at 
least if any doubt remain, these will resolve it. 

[Gives him Letters. 

Alon. What are these, Madam ? 

Euph. Letters, Sir, intercepted from the Father of my 
design'd Husband out of Flanders to mine. 

Alon. What use can I make of them ? 

Euph. Only this : Put your self into an Equipage very 
ridiculous, and pretend you are my foolish Lover arriv'd 
from F lander s, call your self H ounce van Ezel, and give 
my Father these, as for the rest I'll trust your Wit. 

Alon. What shall I say or do now? \_Aside. 

Euph. Come, come, no study, Sir ; this must b.e done, 
And quickly too, or you will lose me. 

Alon. Two great Evils ! if I had but the Grace to chuse 
the least now, that is, lose her. \_Aside. 

sc. in] THE DUTCH LOVER 249 

Euph. I'll give you but to night to consider it. 

A Ion. Short warning this : but I am damnably in love, 
land cannot withstand Temptation. [Kisses her Hand. 

Euph. I had forgot to tell you my Name's Euphemia, 
my Father's you'll find on the Letters, and pray show your 
Love in your haste. Farewel. 

Alan. Stay, fair Euphemia^ and let me pay my Thanks, 
and tell you that I must obey you. 

Euph. I give a Credit where I give a Heart. 
Go inquire my Birth and Fortune : as for you, 
I am content with what I see about you. 

Alan. That's bravely said, nor will I ask one Question 
about you, not only to return the Bounty, but to avoid all 
things that look like the Approaches to a married Life. If 
Fortune will put us together, let her e'en provide for us. 

Euph. I must be gone : Farewel, and pray make haste. 

[Looks kindly on him. 

Alon. There's no resisting those Looks, Euphemia : One 
more to fortify me well ; for I shall have need of every 
Aid in this Case. [Look at one another and go. 

SCENE III. A Street. 

Enter Antonio in haste with Hippolyta ; weeping as passing 
over the Stage. 

Ant. Come, let us haste, I fear we are pursu'd. 

Hip. Ah, whither shall we fly ? 

Ant. We are near the Gate, and must secure our selves 
with the Darkness of the Night in St. Peter's Grove, we 
dare not venture into any House. [Exeunt. 

Enter Clarinda and Dormida above in the Balcony. 

Clar. Can'st thou not see him yet? 

Dorm. Good lack a-day, what an impatient thing is a 
young^jirl in love ! 

Clar. Nay, good Dormida^ let not want of Sleep make 
thee testy. 


Dorm. In good time are you my Governess, or I yours, 
that you are giving me Instructions? Go get you in, or 
I shall lay down my Office. 

Clar. Nay, wait a little longer, I'm sure he will come. 

Dorm. You sure ! you have wondrous Skill indeed 
in the Humours of Men : how came you to be so well 
acquainted with them ? you scarce ever saw any but Don 
Marcel^ and him too but thro a Grate or Window, or at 
Church ; and yet you are sure. I am a little the elder of 
the two, and have manag'd as many Intrigues of this kind 
as any Woman, and never found a constant just Man, as 
they say, of a thousand ; and yet you are sure. 

Clar. Why, is it possible Marcel should be false ? 

Dorm. Marcel] No, no, Sweet-heart, he is that Man 
of a thousand. 

Clar. But if he should, you have undone me, by telling 
me so many pretty things of him. 

Dorm. Still you question my Ability, which by no means 
I can indure ; get you in I say. 

Clar. Do not speak so loud, you will wake my Mother. 

Dorm. At your Instructions again ; do you question my 
Conduct and Management of this Affair r Go watch for 
him your self: I'll have no more to do with you back nor 
edge. [Offers to go. 

Clar. Will you be so barbarous to leave me to my self, 
after having made it your Business this three Months to 
sollicit a Heart which was but too ready to yield before; 
after having sworn to me how honourable all his Intents 
were; nay, made me write to him to come to night? 
And now when I have done this, and am all trembling 
with fear and shame (and yet an infinite Desire to see him 
too) [Sighs'] thou wilt abandon me : go, when such as you 
oblige, 'tis but to be insolent with the more freedom. 

Dorm. What, you are angry I'll warrant. [Smiles. 

Clar. I will punish my self to pay thee back, and will 
not see Marcel. 

sc. in] THE DUTCH LOVER 251 

Dorm. What a pettish Fool is a Maid in love at fifteen ! 
I how unmanageable ! But I'll forgive all go get you in, 
I I'll watch for your Lover ; I would not have you disoblige 
a Man of his Pretensions and Quality for all the World. 

[Clarinda goes in. 

Enter Alonzo below. 

Alan. Now do I want Lovis extremely, to consult with 
him about this Business : For I am afraid the Devil, or 
Love, or both are so great with me, that I must marry 
this fair Inchantress, which is very unlucky ; but, since 
Ambrosia and Marcel refuse to see me, I hold my self no 
longer ingag'd in Honour to Hippolyta. 

Dorm. \_above.~\ Whist, whist, Sir, Sir. 

A Ion. Who's there ? 

Dorm. 'Tis I, your Servant, Sir ; oh you are a fine Spark, 
are you not, to make so fair a Creature wait so long for 
you ? there, there's the Key, open the Door softly and 
come in. [Throws him down a Key in a Handkerchief. 

Alon. What's this ? But I'll ask no Questions, so fair 
a Creature, said she ? Now if 'twere to save my Life cannot 
I forbear, I must go in : Shou'd Euphemia know this, she 
would call it Levity and Inconstancy ; but I plead Necessity, 
and will be judg'd by the amorous Men, and not the jealous 
Women : For certain this Lady, whoe'er she be, designs 
me a more speedy Favour than I can hope from Euphemia^ 
and on easier Terms too. This is the Door that must 
conduct to the languishing Venus. 

[ Opens the Door and goes /', leaving it unshut. 

Enter Marcel with his Sword drawn. 

Mar. Thus far I have pursu'd the Fugitives, 
Who by the help of hasty Fear and Night, 
Are got beyond my Power ; unlucky Accident ! 
Had I but kill'd Antonio, or Hippolyta^ 
Either had made my Shame supportable. 
But tho I have mist the Pleasure of Revenge, 


I will not that of Love. 

One Look from fair Glarinda will appease 

The Madness which this Disappointment rais'd. 

[Walks looking towards the Window. 

None appears yet : Dormlda was to throw me down the 
Key. The Door is open, left so to give me entrance. 

[Goes to the Door. 

SCENE IV. Changes to a dark Hall. 

Discovers Alonzo groping about in the Hall. 

Alon. Now am I in a worse Condition than before, can 

neither advance nor retreat : I do not like this groping 

alone in the Dark thus. Whereabouts am I ? I dare not 

call : were this fair thing she spoke of but now half so 

impatient as I, she would bring a Light, and conduct me. 

Enter Marcel. 
Mar. 'Tis wondrous dark. 

Alon. Hah, a Man's Voice that way ; that's not so well : 
it may be some Lover, Husband, or Brother ; none of 
which are to be trusted in this Case, therefore I'll stand 
upon my Guard. 

\_Draws: Marcel coming towards him jostles him. 
Mar. Who's there ? 
Alon. A Man. 

Mar. A Man ! none such inhabit here. [Draws. 

Thy Business? 

Alon. This shall answer you, since there's no other way. 

[They fight, Alonzo wounds Marcel, who fights him to 

the Door ; Alonzo goes out, Marcel gropes to follow. 

Mar. This is not just, ye Gods, to punish me, and let 

the Tray tor 'scape unknown too : Methought 'twas Silvio's 

Voice, or else a sudden thought of Jealousy come into my 

Head would make me think so. 

Enter Clarinda and Dormida with Light. 
Clar. I tell you I did hear the noise of fighting. 

sc. v] THE DUTCH LOVER 253 

Dorm. Why, between whom should it be ? I'll be sworn 
\Marcel came in alone. 

Clar. Marcel] and wounded too ! oh I'm lost. 

[Sees him, weeps. 

Mar. Keep your false Tears to bathe your Lover's 


JFor I perhaps have given him some Thou old Assistant 
^to her Lust, whose greatest Sin is wishing, tell me who 
'twas thou didst procure for her. [In rage to Dormida. 

Dorm. Alas ! I cannot imagine who it should be, unless 
jDon Silvio, who has sometimes made Addresses to her: 
But oh the House is up, Madam, we are undone ; let's fly 
for Heavens sake. 

Clar. Oh Marcel, can you believe [A Noise. 

Dorm. Come, come, I'll not be undone for your Fiddle- 
i faddles ; I'll lay it all on you, if I be taken. 

[Pulls out Clarinda. 

Mar. Sot that I was, I could not guess at this to day, 
I by his Anger at the Letter I foolishly shew'd him; he is 
my Rival, and 'tis with him she's fled ; and I'll endeavour 
to pursue them. [Offers to go. 

But oh my Strength complies with their Design, [Leaning 
on his Sword.~\ and shamefully retires to give them leave to 
play their amorous Game out. [Goes faintly out. 

SCENE V. Changes to the Street. Discovers 
Alonzo alone. 

A Ion. This Act of mine was rash and ill-natur'd, 
And I cannot leave the Street with a good Conscience, 
Till I know what mischief I have done. 

Enter Dormida and Clarinda. 

Hah, Ladies from the same House ! these are Birds that I 
have frighted from their Nests I am sure : I'll proffer my 
Service to them. 

Dorm. Why do not you make more haste ? 


Clar. How can she go, whose Life is left behind ? 
Besides, I know not whither we should go. 
Ye Powers that guard the Innocent, protect us. 

Alon. These must be some whom I have injur'd. 
Ladies you seem as in distress. 

Dorm. Oh, Sir, as you are a Gentleman, assist a pair 
of Virgins. 

Alon. What's this, a mumping Matron ? I hope the 
other's young, or I have offer'd my Service to little purpose. 

Clar. Sir, if you will have the Charity to assist us, 
Do it speedily, we shall be very grateful to you. 

Alon. Madam, I will, but know not where to carry ye ; 
my Lodging is in an Inn, and is neither safe nor honour 
able : but Fortune dares no less than protect the Fair, and 
I'll venture my Life in your Protection and Service. 


Enter Marcel faintly. 

Mar. Stay, Traytor, stay oh they are out of sight, 
But may my Curse o'ertake them in their flight. [Exit. 

SCENE VI. Chamber ofCleonte. 

She is discovered in her Night-Gown, at a Table, as 
undressing, Francisca by her. 

Cleo. Francisca, thou art dull to Night. [Sighs. 

Fran. You will not give me leave to talk. 

Cleo. Not thy way indeed, hast thou no Stories but of 
Love, and of my Brother Silvio ? 

Fran. None that you wish to hear : But I'll do what 
you please, so you will not oblige me to sigh for you. 

Cleo. Then prithee sing to me. 

Fran. What Song, a merry, or a sad ? 

Cleo. Please thy own Humour, for then thou'lt sing best. 

Fran. Well, Madam, I'll obey you, and please my self. 

c. vi] THE DUTCH LOVER 255 


Amyntas led me to a Grove, 

Where all the Trees did shade us ; 
The Sun it self, tho it had strove, 

Yet could not have betrayed us. 
The place secure from human Eyes, 

No other fear allows, 
But when the Winds that gently rise 

Do kiss the yielding Boughs. 

Down there we sat upon the Moss, 

And did begin to play 
A thousand wanton Tricks, to pass 

The Heat of all the Day. 
A many Kisses he did give, 

And I returned the same : 
Which made me willing to receive 

That which I dare not name. 

His charming Eyes no aid required, 

To tell their amorous Tale ; 
On her that was already fir* d, 

' Twas easy to prevail. 
He did but kiss, and clasp me round, 

Whilst they his thoughts exprest, 
And laid me gently on the Ground ; 

Oh ! who can guess the rest ? 

After the Song, enter Silvio all undrest, gazing wildly on 
Cleonte ; his Arm ty*d up. 

Cho. My Brother Silvio, at this late hour, and in my 
Lodgings too! How do you, Sir? are you not well? 

Silv. Oh, why did Nature give me being? 
Or why create me Brother to Cleonte? \Aside. 

Or give her Charms, and me the sense to adore 'em ? 

Cleo. Dear Brother [Goes to him. 

Silv. Ah, Cleonte [Takes her by the Hand and gazes. 


Cleo. What would you, Sir? 

Silv. I am not well 

Cleo. Sleep, Sir, will give you ease. 

Silv. I cannot sleep, my Wounds do rage and burn so, 
as they put me past all power of rest. 

Cleo. We'll call your Surgeon, Sir. 

Silv. He can contribute nothing to my Cure, 
.But I must owe it all to thee, Cleonte. 

Cleo. Instruct me in the way, give me your Arm, 
And I will bathe it in a thousand Tears, 

[Goes to untie bis Arm. 
And breathe so many Sighs into your Wound 

Silv. Let that slight hurt alone, and search this here. 

[ To his Heart. 

Cleo. How ! are you wounded there, 
And would not let us know it all this while ? 

Silv. I durst not tell you, but design'd to suffer, 
Rather than trouble you with my Complaints: 
But now my Pain is greater than my Courage. 

Fran. Oh, he will tell her, that he loves her sure.[Aside. 

Cleo. Sit down and let me see't. 

[He sits down y she puts her Hand into his Bosom. 

Fran. Oh foolish Innocence [Aside. 

Cleo. You have deceiv'd me, Brother, here's no Wound. 

Silv. Oh take away your Hand 
It does increase my Pain, and wounds me deeper. 

Cleo. No, surely, Sir, my Hand is very gentle. 

Silv. Therefore it hurts me, Sister ; the very thought' 
Of Touches by so soft and fair a Hand, 
Playing about my Heart, are not to be indur'd with Life 

[Rises in passion. 

Cleo. Alas, what means my Brother ? 

Silv. Can you not guess, fair Sister ? have my Eyes 
So ill exprest my Soul ? or has your Innocence 
Not suffer'd you to understand my Sighs? 
Have then a thousand Tales, which I have told you, 

c vi] THE DUTCH LOVER 257 

)f Broken Hearts, and Lovers Languishments, 
Not serv'd to tell you, that I did adore you r 

Cleo. Oh let me still remain in Innocence, 
jlather than sin so much to understand you. 

Fran. I can endure no more [Goes out. 

Silv. Can you believe it Sin to love a Brother ? it is not 
'o in Nature. 

Cleo. Not as a Brother, Sir ; but otherwise, 
It is, by all the Laws of Men and Heaven. 

Silv. Sister, so 'tis that we should do no Murder, 
\nd yet you daily kill, and I, among the number 
Df your Victims, must charge you with the sin 
Of killing me, a Lover, and a Brother. 

Cleo. What wou'd you have me do? 

Silv. Why I would have thee do I know not what 
itill to be with me yet that will not satisfy ; 
To let me look upon thee still that's not enough. 
! dare not say to kiss thee, and imbrace thee ; 
.That were to make me wish I dare not tell thee what 

Cleo. I must not hear this Language from a Brother. 

[She offers to go. 

Silv. What a vile thing's a Brother? 
Stay, take this Dagger, and add one Wound more 
; [He kneels and offers her a Dagger , and holds her by the Coat. 
To those your Eyes have given, and after that 
lifou'll find no trouble from my Sighs and Tears. 

Enter Francisca. 

Fran. By this she understands him, curse on her In 

Tis fuel to his flame \_Aside.~\ Madam, there is below a 
Lady, who desires to speak with the Mistress of the House. 
Cleo. At this hour a Lady ! who can it be ? 
Fran. I know not, but she seems of Quality. 
Cleo. Is she alone ? 

Fran. Attended by a Gentleman and an old Woman. 
I S 


Cleo. Perhaps some one that needs a kind Assistance ; ', 
my Father is in Bed, and I'll venture to know their 
Business ; bring her up. 

Fran. 'Twere good you should retire, Sir. 

[ To Silvio, and Exit. 

Sih. I will, but have a care of me, Cleonte, 
I fear I shall grow mad, and so undo thee : 
Love me but do not let me know't too much. [Goes out. 

Enter Francisca with Lights ; follow V by Alonzo, Clarinda, 
and Dormida : Alonzo gazes on Cleonte a while. 

Cleo. Is't me you would command ? 

Glar. I know not what to say, I am so disorder'd. [Aside. 

Alon. What Troops of Beauties she has ! sufficient to 
take whole Cities in Madam, I beg 

[Takes Clarinda by the Hand, and approaches Cleonte. 

Cleo. What, Sir ? 

Alon. That you would receive into Protection 

Cleo. What pray, Sir? 

Alon. Would you would give me leave to say, a Heart 
That your fair Eyes have lately made unfit 
For its old Quarters. 

Cleo. I rather think you mean this Lady, Sir. 

[Alonzo looks with wonder on Clarinda. 

Alon. She's heavenly fair too, and hassurpriz'd my Heart, 
Just as 'twas going to the other's Bosom, 
And rob'd her at least of one half of it. \_Aside. 

Clar. Madam, I am a Virgin in distress, 
And by misfortune forc'd to seek a Sanctuary, 
And humbly beg it here. 

Cleo. Intreaties were not made for that fair Mouth ; 
Command and be obey'd. 
But, Sir, to whom do you belong? 

Alon. I belong to a very fair Person, 
But do not know her Name. 

Cleo. But what are you, pray, Sir ? 

sc. vi] THE DUTCH LOVER 259 

Alon. Madam, a Wanderer ; a poor lost thing, 
That none will own or pity. 

Cleo. That's sad indeed ; but whoe'er you are, since you 
\ belong to this fair Maid, you'll find a Welcome every where. 

Alon. And if I do not, I am cashier'd. [Aside. 

Madam, if telling you I am her Brother, 
Can make me more acceptable, 
I shall be yet more proud of the Alliance. 

Cleo. What must I call your Sister, Sir, when I would 
pay my Duty ? 

Alon. There I am routed again with another hard 
Question. [Aside. 

Clar. Madam, my Name's Clarinda. 

Alon. Madam, I'll take my leave, and wish the Heart 
I leave with you to night, may persuade you to suffer my 
Visits to morrow, till when I shall do nothing but languish. 

Cleo. I know not what loss you have suffer'd to night ; 
but since your fair Sister's Presence with us allows it, you 
need not doubt a welcome. 

Alon. I humbly thank you, Madam. 

[Kisses her Hand, and looks amorously on Clarinda. 

Fran. Madam, pray retire, for Don Marcel is come 
into the House all bloody, inrag'd against somebody. 

Clar. I'm troubled at his Hurt, but cannot fear his 
Rage. Good night, Sir. [They go out. 

Alon. They are gone ; now had I as much mind to have 
kist the other's Hand, but that 'twas not a Ceremony due 
to a Sister What the Devil came into my Head, to say 
she was so ? nothing but the natural itch of talking and 
lying : they are very fair ; but what's that to me ? Euphemia 
surpasses both : But a Pox of her terms of Marriage, I'll 
set that to her Beauty, and then these get the Day, as far 
as natural Necessity goes : But I'll home and sleep upon't, 
and yield to what's most powerful in the Morning. 
To night these Strangers do my Heart possess, 
But which the greatest share, I cannot guess : 


My Fate in Love resembles that in War, 

When the rich Spoil falls to the common share. [Goes out. 

SCENE VII. The Street. 
Enter Alonzo, as out of the House, gazing upon it. 

Alon. Sure I shall know this House again to morrow. 

[ To him Lovis. 

Lov. I wonder what should be become of Alonzo, I do 
do not like these Night-works of his Who's there ? 

Alon. Lovis! 

Lov. Alonzo ? 

Alon. The same, where hast thou been ? 

Lov. In search of you this two Hours. 

Alon. O, I have been taken up with new Adventures, 
since I saw thee ; but prithee what became of thine? for 
methought it was a likely Woman. 

Lov. Faith, Sir, I thought I had got a Prize ; but a 
Pox on't, when I came into the Street, e'er she had recover'd 
Breath to tell me who she was, the Cavalier you rescu'd 
from Marcel, laid claim to her ; thank'd me for her Pre 
servation, and vanisht. I hope you had better luck with 
your Female, whose Face I had not the good fortune to see. 

Alon. Not so good as I could have wisht, for she stands 
still on her honourable terms. 

Lov. Of Matrimony, ha, ha, a very Jilt, I'll warrant 
her ; Come, come, you shall see her no more. 

Alon. Faith, I fear I must. 

Lov. To what purpose ? 

Alon. To persuade her to Reason. 

Lov. That you'll soon do, when she finds you will not 
bite at t'other Bait. 

Alon. The worst is, if I see her again, it must be at her 
Father's House ; and so transform'd from Man to Beast 
I must appear like a ridiculous Lover she expects out of 

|sc. vn] THE DUTCH LOVER 261 

Lov. A very Cheat, a trick to draw thee in : be wise in time. 

Alon. No, on my Conscience she's in earnest, she told 
! me her Name, and his I am to represent. 

Lov. What is't, I pray? 

Alan. Haunce van Ezel. 

Lov. Hah ! her Name too, I beseech you ? [Impatiently. 

Alon. Euphemia : And such a Creature 'tis 

Lov. 'Sdeath, my Sister all this while : This has call'd 
(up all that's Spaniard in me, and makes me raging mad. 
\\Aside.~\ But do you love her, Sir? 

Alon. Most desperately, beyond all Sense or Reason. 

Lov. And could you be content to marry her? 

Alon. Any thing but that But thou know'st my in- 
jgagement elsewhere ; and I have hopes that yet she'll be 
iwise, and yield on more pleasant terms. 

Lov. I could be angry now ; but 'twere unreasonable 
ito blame him for this. \_Aslde. ,] Sir, I believe by your 
Treatment from Ambrosia and Marcel, you may come off 
I there easily. 

Alon. That will not satisfy my Honour, tho 'twill my 
(Love; that I have not Hippolyta, I will owe to my own 
'Inconstancy, not theirs: besides, this may be a Cheat, as 
I you say. 

Lov. But does Euphemia love you ? 

A Ion. Faith, I think she has too much Wit to dissemble, 
iand too much Beauty to need that Art. 

Lov. Then you must marry her. 

A Ion. Not if I can avoid it. 

Lov. I know this Lady, Sir, and know her to be worth 
your Love : I have it in my Power too, to serve you, if 
you proceed suddenly, which you must do, or lose her; 
for this Flandrian Boor your Rival is already arriv'd, and 
designs to morrow to make his first Address to Euphemia. 

Alon. Oh, he must not, shall not see her. 

Lov. How will you hinder him? 

Alon. With this. [ To his Sword.] Where is this Rival ? 

262 THE DUTCH LOVER [ACT 11, sc. vn 

tell me : Conduct me to him strait ; I find my Love above 
the common rate, and cannot brook this Rival. 

Lov. So, this blows the flame His Life will be no 
hindrance to you in this Affair, if you design to love on. 

Alon. Do'st know him ? 

Lov. Yes, he is a pleasant Original for you to be copy'd 
by : It is the same Fop, I told you was to marry my Sister, 
and who came along with me to Madrid. 

Alon. How ! Euphemla thy Sister ? 

Lov. Yes, indeed is she, and whom my Father designs 
to cast away upon this half Man, half Fool ; but I find 
she has Wit to make a better Choice: sheyetknowsnothing 
of my Arrival, and till you resolve what to do, shall not ; 
and my Dutchman does nothing without me. 

Alon. If thou hast the management of him, he's likely 
to thrive. 

Lov. But not in his Amour, if you please : In short, 
Sir, if you do really love my Sister, I am content to be so 
ungracious a Child to contribute to the cheating my Father 
of this same hopeful Son he expects, and put you upon 
him ; but what you do, must be speeedily then. 

Alon. I am oblig'd to thee for this frank Offer, and will 
be instructed by thee. 

Lov. If you're resolv'd, I'll warrant you Success. 

Alon. I think I am resolv'd in spite of all my Inclina 
tions to Libertinism. 

Lov. Well, Sir, I'll get you such a Suit then, as that 
our Hero makes his first approach in, as ridiculously gay 
as his Humour, which you must assume too. 

Alon. Content. 

Lov. To night I must pay my Duty to my Father, and 
will prepare your way, and acquaint my Sister with it ; 
'tis but a Frolick if we succeed not. 

Alon. God-a-mercy, Lad, let's about it then e'er we 
sleep, lest I change my Resolution before Morning. 


UCT in, sc. i] THE DUTCH LOVER 263 

SCENE I. House of Carlo. 

Inter Alonzo drest ridiculously, meeting Lovis, they laugh 
at each other. 

Lov. Very Haunce all over, the Taylor has play 'd his part, 
)lay but yours as well, and I'll warrant you the Wench. 

Alon. But prithee, why need I act the Fool thus, since 
launce was never seen here? 

Lov. To make good the Character I always gave of 
lim to my Father ; but here he comes, pray be very rude, 
ind very impertinent. 

Alon. Lord, Lord, how shall I look thus damnably set 
)ut, and thus in love ! 

Enter Don Carlo. 

Lov. This, Sir, is Monsieur Haunce, your Son that 
lust be. 

Alon. Beso /os manos, signor : Is your Name Don Carlo ? 
and are you the Gravity of this House ? and the Father 
of Donna Euphemia f and are you 

Car. Sir, I guess by all these your Demands at once, 
your Name to be Myn heer Haunce van Ezel. 

Alon. Your Judgment's good ; but to my Questions. 

Car. In truth I have forgot them, there were so many. 

Alon. Are you he who is to be my Father? 

Car. 'Tis so negotiated and if all Circumstances 
concur For, Sir, you must conceive, the Consequence of 
so grand a Conjunction 

Alon. Less of your Compliments, Sir, and more of your 
Daughter, I beseech you. 'Sheart, what a formal Coxcomb 
'tis. [Aside. 

Lov. Prithee give him way. [Asidt. 

Alon. By this Light I'll lose thy Sister first ; Why, who 
can indure the grave approaches to the Matter ? 'Dslife, I 
would have it as I would my Fate, sudden and unexpected. 


Car. Pray, how long have you been landed ? 

Alon. So, now shall I be plagu'd with nothing but wise 
Questions, to which I am able to make no Answer. [Aside.] 
Sir, it is your Daughter that I desire to see impatiently. 

Car. Have you no Letters from my very good Friend 
your Father? 

Alon. What if I have not ? cannot I be admitted to your 
Daughter without a Pass? 

Car. O lack, Sir 

Alon. But to let you see I come with full Power (tho 
I am old enough to recommend my self) here is my Com 
mission for what I do. [Gives him Letters. 

Car. I remember amongst his other Faults, my Son 
writ me word he had Courage : If so, I shall consider 
what to do. [Reads.] Sir, I find by these your Father's 
Letters, you are not yet arriv'd. 

Alon. I know that, Sir, but I was told I should express 
my Love in my haste ; therefore outsailing the Pacquet, I 
was the welcome Messenger my self; and since I am so 
forward, I beseech you, Sir [Carlo coming to imbrace him. 
Now dare not I proceed, he has so credulous a consenting 
Face. \_Aside. 

Car. Spare your Words, I understand their meaning; 
a prudent Man speaks least, as the Spaniard has it : and 
since you are so forward, as you were saying, I shall not 
be backward; but as your Father adviseth here, hasten 
the uniting of our Families, with all celerity ; for delay in 
these Affairs is but to prolong time, as the wise Man says. 

Alon. You are much in the right, Sir. But my Wife, I 
desire to be better acquainted with her. 

Car. She shall be forth-coming, Sir. Had you a good 
Passage ? for the Seas and Winds regard no Man's necessity. 

Alon. No, no, a very ill one ; your Daughter, Sir. 

Car. Pray, how long were you at Sea? 

Alon. Euphemia^ Sir, Euphemia^ your Daughter. This 
Don's fuller of Questions than of Proverbs, and that's a 
Wonder. [Aside. 

sc. i] THE DUTCH LOVER 265 

Car. They say Flanders is a very fine Country, I never 
saw it ; but 

Alon. Nor 'tis no matter, Sir, if you never do, so I saw 
your Daughter. He'll catechize me home to my Dutch 
Parents by and by, of which I can give him no more 
account than [Aside. 

Car. Are they as dissatisfied with their new Governour, 
as they were with Don John ? for they love change. 

Alon. A Pox of their Government, I tell you I love 
your Daughter. 

Car. I fear 'tis so, he's valiant; and what -a dangerous 
Quality is that in Spain! 'tis well he's rich. [Aside. 

Lov. Pray, Sir, keep him not long in Discourse, the 
Sea has made him unfit for 

Alon. Any thing but seeing my Mistress. 

Lov. I'll have mercy upon thee, and fetch her to thee. 

\_Ex. Lovis. 

Car. Sir, you must know, that we suffer not our Women 
in Spain to converse so frequently with your Sex, and that 
thro a cautious well consider'd prudent Consideration. 

Alon. But, Sir, do you consider what an impatient thing 
a young Lover is ? Or is it so long since you were one your 
self, you have forgot it? 'Tis well he wanted Words. 
[Enter Euphemia and Lovis.] But yonder's Euphemia, 
whose Beauty is sufficient to excuse every Defect in the 
whole Family, tho each were a mortal sin ; and now 'tis 
impossible to guard my self longer from those fair Eyes. 


Car. I must not urge him to speak much before Eupkem ia, 
lest she discover he wants Wit by his much Tongue: [Aside. 
There's my Daughter, Sir, go and salute her. 

Alon. Oh, I thank you for that, Sir. 

[He stands ridiculously looking on her. 

Car. You must be bold, Sir. 

Alon. Well, Sir, since you command me 

[Goes rudely to kiss her. 


Car. I did not mean kissing by saluting. 

Alon. I cry you Mercy, Sir, so I understood you. 

Car. Fie upon't, that he should be no more a Master 
of Civility. 

Lov. I fear, Sir, my Sister will never like this Humour 
in her Lover ; he wants common Conversation. 

Car. Conversation ye foolish Boy, he has Money, and 
needs none of your Conversation. And yet if I thought 
he were valiant [This while Alonzo and Euphemia make 
signs of Love with their Eyes. 

Lov. I hope, Sir, he does not boast of more of that than 
he really has. 

Car. That Fault I my self have been guilty of, and can 
excuse ; but the thing it self I shall never endure : you 
know I was forc'd to send you abroad, because I thought 
you addicted to that. I shall never sleep in quiet Valiant ! 
that's such a thing, to be Rich, or Wise and Valiant. 

[Goes to Euphemia. 

Lov. Colonel, pray to the business, for I fear you will 
betray your self. 

Car. But look upon his Wealth, Euphemia^ and you 
will find those Advantages there which are wanting in his 
Person ; but I think the Man's well. 

Euph. I must not seem to yield too soon. [Aside. 

Sir, there be many Spaniards born that are as rich as he, 
and have Wit too. 

Car. She was ever very averse to this Marriage. [Aside. 
This Man is half a Spaniard, his Mother was one, and my 
first Mistress, and she I can tell you, was a great Fortune 

Euph. I, Sir, but he is such a Fool 

Car. You are a worse, to find fault with that in a 

Alon. Stand aside, Sir, are you to court your Daughter or I? 

Car. I was inclining her 

Alon. You inclining her ! an old Man wants Rhetorick ; 
set me to her. [Goes to Euphemia. 

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Car. This capricious Humour was tolerable in him, 
jivhilst I believ'd it the Effects of Folly, but now 'tis that of 
j Valour : Oh, I tremble at the Sight of him. [Retires. 

Euph. Now, I see you are a Cavalier of your Word. 

Alon. Faith, Euphemia^ you might have believ'd, and 
taken me upon better Terms, if you had so pleas'd : To 
larry you is but an ill-favour'd Proof to give you of my 

Euph. Do you repent it? 

Alon. Would to God 'twere come but to that, I was just 

apon the Point of it when you enter'd. But I know not 

iwhat the Devil there is in that Face of yours, but it has 

'debauch'd every sober Thought about me : Faith, do not 

let us marry yet. 

Euph. If we had not proceeded too far to retreat, I 
should be content. 

Alon. What shall I come to ? all on the sudden to leave 
delicious whoring, drinking and fighting, and be con- 
demn'd to a dull honest Wife. Well, if it be my ill Fortune, 
may this Curse light on thee that has brought me to't : 
may I love thee even after we are married to that trouble 
some Degree, that I may grow most damnable jealous of 
thee, and keep thee from the Sight of all Mankind, 
but thy own natural Husband, that so thou may'st be 
depriv'd of the greatest Pleasure of this Life, the Blessing 
of Change. 

Euph. I am sorry to find so much ill Nature in you; 
would you have the Conscience to tie me to harder Con 
ditions than I would you ? 

Alon. Nay, I do not think I shall be so wickedly loving ; 
but I am resolv'd to marry thee and try. 

Euph. My Father, Sir, on with your Disguise. 

\_To them Carlo. 

Car. Well, Sir, how do you like my Daughter? 

Alon. So, so, she'll serve for a Wife. 

Car. But do you find her willing to be so? 


Alon. 'Tis not a half-penny matter for that, as long as 
my Father and you are agreed upon the matter. 

Car. Well, Eupbemia, setting all foolish Modesty aside, 
how do you like this Man ? 

Euph. As one, whom in Obedience to you, I am content 
to cast my self away upon. 

Car. How seems his Humour to you? 

Euph. Indifferent, Sir, he is not very courtly, something 
rough and hasty. 

Car. I fear she has found his ill Quality of Valour too ; 
and since 'tis certain 'tis so, why should it be said that I 
ruin'd a Child to satisfy my Appetite of Riches? [Aside. 
Come, Daughter, can you love him, or can you not ? For 
I'll make but short Work on't; you are my Daughter, and 
have a Fortune great enough to inrich any Man ; and I'm 
resolv'd to put no Force upon your Inclinations. 

Euph. How's this ! nay, then 'tis time I left dissembling. 
\_Aside.~] Sir, this Bounty in you has strangely overcome me, 
and makes me asham'd to have withstood your Will so long. 

Car. Do not dissemble with me, I say do not ; for I am 
resolv'd you shall be happy. 

Euph. Sir, my Obedience shall 

Car. No more of your Obedience ; I say again, do not 
dissemble, for I'm not pleas'd with your Obedience. 

Euph. This Alteration is very strange and sudden ; pray 
Heaven he have not found the Cheat. [Aside. 

Love, Sir, they say will come after Marriage ; pray let 
me try it. 

Car. Few have found it so; nor shall you experience 
it at so dear a Rate as your Ruin. 

Euph. But, Sir, methinks I am grown to love him more 
since he spoke to me, than before. 

Car. The Effects of your Obedience again. 

Euph. This is a strange Alteration, Sir; not all my 
Tears and Prayers before I saw him, could prevail with 
you. I beseech you, Sir, believe me. 

l,c. n] THE DUTCH LOVER 269 

Car. Nor should now, had I not another Reason for't. 

Euph. Oh, I fear But, Sir 

Car. Go to, I'll be better satisfy'd e'er I proceed farther 
both of your Inclinations, and his Courage. [Aside. 

Euph. Do you consider his Wealth, Sir? 

Car. That shall not now befriend him. 

Alon. Sir, I bar whispering; 'tis not in my Bargain, 
lor civil : I'll have fair Play for my Money. 

Car. I am only knowing my Daughter's Pleasure ; she 
s a little peevish, as Virgins use in such Cases ; but wou'd 
hat were all, and I'd endeavour to reconcile her. 

Alon. I thank you, Sir ; in the mean time I'll take a 
vYalk for an Hour or two, to get me a better Stomach 
>oth to my Dinner and Mistress. 

Car. Do so, Sir. Come, Euphemia, I will give you a 
D roof of my Indulgence, thou shalt marry no valiant Fools ! 
^aliant, quoth ye. Come, come had he been peaceable 
ind rich Come, come [Ex. with Euphemia. 

Lov. Well, now I'll go look after my Dutchman, lest 
ie surprize us here, which must not be ; where shall I 
ind you? 

Alon. I'll wait upon my Prince, and then on you here. 

Lov. Do so, and carry on this Humour. Adieu. 

SCENE II. A flat Grove. 

Enter Haunce in a fantastical travelling Habit, with a Bottle 
of Brandy in his Hand, as sick : Gload marches after. 

Hau. Ah, ah, a pox of all Sea-Voyages. [Drinks. 

Here, Gload, take thee t'other Sope, and then let's home. 

[Gload drinks. 
Ah, ah, a pox of all Sea-Voyages. 

Gload. Sir, if I may advise, take t'other turn in the 
Grove, for I find by my Nose you want more airing. 

Hau. How, Sirrah ! by your Nose ? have a care, you 
enow 'tis ill jesting with me when I'm angry. 


Gload. Which is as often as you are drunk; I find i 
has the same Effects on me too : but truly, Sir, I meant IK 
other than that you smell a little of the Vessel, a certaii 
sour remains of a Storm about you. 

Hau. Ah, ah, do not name a Storm to me, unless thoi 
wilt have the Effects on't in thy Face. [Drinks 

Gload. Sha, sha, bear up, Sir, bear up. 

Hau. Salerimente, a Sea-phrase too ! Why, ye Rascal 
I tell you I can indure nothing that puts me in mind o 
that Element. [Drinks 

Gload. The Sight of Donna Euphemia will 

[Gload drinks between whiles too 

Hau. Hold, hold, let me consider whether I can indun 
to hear her nam'd or not ; for I think I am so thorowb 
mortify 'd, I shall hardly relish Woman-kind again this 
two Hours. [Drinks 

Gload. You a Man of Courage, and talk thus ! 

Hau. Courage ! Why, what dost thou call Courage ? 
Hector himself would not have chang'd his ten Years Sieg 
for our ten Days Storm at Sea a Storm a hundrei 
thousand fighting Men are nothing to't ; Cities sackt b 1 
Fire nothing : 'tis a resistless Coward that attacks a Mai 
at disadvantage ; an unaccountable Magick, that first con 
jures down a Man's Courage, and then plays the Devi 
over him. And in fine, it is a Storm 

Gload. Good lack that it should be all these terribl* 
things, and yet that we should outbrave it. 

Hau. No god-a-mercy to our Courages tho, I tell yoi 
that now, Gload ; but like an angry Wench, when it ha< 
huft and bluster'd it self weary, it lay still again. [Drinki 

Gload. Hold, hold, Sir, you know we are to make Visit 
to Ladies, Sir ; and this replenishing of our Spirits, as yoi 
call it, Sir, may put us out of Case. 

Ha u. Thou art a Fool, I never made love so well as whei 
I was drunk ; it improves my Parts, and makes me witty 
that is, it makes me say any thing that comes next, whic. 

c. n] THE DUTCH LOVER 271 

)asses now-a-days for Wit : and when I 'am very drunk, 
['11 home and dress me, and the Devil's in't if she resist 
Tie so qualify'd and so dress'd. 

Gload. Truly, Sir, those are things that do not properly 
jelong to you. 

Hau. Your Reason, your Reason ; we shall have thee 
witty too in thy Drink, hah ! [Laughs. 

Gload. Why, I say, Sir, none but a Cavalier ought to 
ae soundly drunk, or wear a Sword and Feather ; and a 
loke and Band were fitter for a Merchant. 

Hau. Salerimente, I'll beat any Don in Spain that does 
but think he has more right to any sort of Debauchery, or 
Gallantry than I, I tell you that now, Gload. 

Gload. Do you remember, Sir, how you were wont to 
go at home ? when instead of a Periwig, you wore a slink, 
greasy Hair of your own, thro which a pair of large thin 
Souses appear'd, to support a formal Hat, on end thus 

[Imitates him. 

Hau. Ha, ha, ha, the Rogue improves upon't. 

[Gives him Brandy. 

Gload. A Collar instead of a Cravat twelve inches high ; 
with a blue, stiff, starcht, lawn Band, set in print like your 
Whiskers ; a Doublet with small Skirts hookt to a pair of 
wide-kneed Breeches, which dangled halfway over a Leg, 
all to be dash'd and dirty'd as high as the gartering. 

Hau. Ha, ha, ha, very well, proceed. [Drinks. 

Gload. Your Hands, defil'd with counting of damn'd 
dirty Money, never made other use of Gloves, than con 
tinually to draw them thro thus till they were dwindled 
into the scantling of a Cats-gut. 

Hau. Ha, ha, ha, a pleasant Rascal. [Drinks. 

Gload. A Cloke, half a yard shorter than the Breeches, 
not thorow lin'd, but fac'd as far as 'twas turn'd back, 
with a pair of frugal Butter-hams, which was always 
manag'd thus 

Hau. Well, Sir, have you done, that I may show you 
this Merchant revers'd ? 


Gload. Presently, Sir ; only a little touch at your De-l 
bauchery, which unless it be in damn'd Brandy, you dare I 
not go to the Expence of. Perhaps at a Wedding, or some 
Treat where your Purse is not concern'd, you would mostj 
insatiably tipple ; otherwise your two Stivers-Club is the 
highest you dare go, where you will be condemn'd for a 
Prodigal, (even by your own Conscience) if you add two 
more extraordinary to the Sum, and at home sit in the I 
Chimney-Corner, cursing the Face of Duke de Aha upon 
the Jugs, for laying an Imposition on Beer: And now, 
Sir, I have done. 

Hau. And dost thou not know, when one of those 
thou hast described, goes but half a League out of Town, 
that he is so transform'd from the Merchant to the Gallant 
in all Points, that his own Parents, nay the Devil himself 
cannot know him ? Not a young English Squire newly 
come to an Estate, above the management of his Wit, 
"has better Horses, gayer Clothes, swears, drinks, and does 
*every thing with a better grace than he ; damns the stingy 
Cabal of the two Stiver-Club, and puts the young King 
of Spain and his Mistress together in a Rummer of a Pottle ; 
and in pure Gallantry breaks the Glasses over his Head, 
scorning to drink twice in the same : and a thousand 
things full as heroick and brave I cou'd tell you of this 
same Holy-day Squire. But come, t'other turn, and t'other 
sope, and then for Donna Euphemia. For I find I begin 
to be reconcil'd to the Sex. 

Gload. But, Sir, if I might advise, let's e'en sleep first. 

Hau. Away, you Fool, I hate the sober Spanish way of 
making Love, that's unattended with Wine and Musick; 
give me a Wench that will out-drink the Dutch, out 
dance the French, and out out kiss the English. 

Gload. Sir, that's not the Fashion in Spain. 

Hau. Hang the Fashion ; I'll manage her that must be 
my Wife, as I please, or I'll beat her into Fashion. 

Gload. What, beat a Woman, Sir ? 

jsc. in] THE DUTCH LOVER 273 

Hau. Sha, all's one for that ; if I am provok'd, Anger 
| will have its Effects on whomsoe'er it light ; so said Van 
Trump, when he took his Mistress a Cuff o'th' Ear for 
[finding fault with an ill-fashion'd Leg he made her: I 
! lik'd his Humour well, therefore come thy ways. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Draws off. A Grove. 

Discovers Antonio sleeping on the Ground; Hippolyta 
sitting by, who sings. 

Ah false Amyntas, can that Hour 

So soon forgotten be, 
When first I yielded up my Power 

To be betrayed by thee ? 
God knows with how much Innocence 

I did my Heart resign 
Unto thy faithless Eloquence, 

And gave thee what was mine. 

I had not one Reserve in store, 

But at thy Feet I laid 
Those Arms which conquered heretofore, 

Tho now thy Trophies made. 
Thy Eyes in silence told their Tale 

Of Love in such a way, 
That 'twas as easy to prevail, 
As after to betray. 

[She comes forth, weeps. 
Hip. My Grief 's too great to be diverted this way. 

[Pointing to Antonio. 
Why should this Villain sleep, this treacherous Man 
Who has for ever robb'd me of my rest ? 
Had I but kept my Innocence intire, 
I had out-brav'd my Fate, and broke my Chains, 
Which now I bear like a poor guilty Slave, 
Who sadly crys, If I were free from these, 
I am not from my Crimes ; so still lives on, 

I T 


And drags his loathed Fetters after him. 
Why should I fear to die, or murder him? 
It is but adding one Sin more to th' number. 
This would soon do't but where's the Hand to guide 
it? [Draws a D ] agger , sighs. 

For 'tis an act too horrid for a Woman. [Turns away. 
But yet thus sleeping I might take that Soul, [Turns to him. 
Which waking all the Charms of Art and Nature 
Had not the Power t'effect. 
Oh were I brave, I could remember that, 
And this way be the Mistress of his Heart. 
But mine forbids it should be that way won ; 
No, I must still love on, in spite of me, 
And wake him quickly, lest one Moment's thought 
Upon my Shame should urge me to undo him. 
Antonio, Antonio. [He wakes, rises, and looks amazedly to 
see the Dagger in her Hand. 

Ant. Vile Woman, why that Dagger in that Hand? 

Hip. To've kill'd thee with, 
But that my Love o'ercame my juster Passion, 
And put it in thy Power to save thy self; 
Thank that, and not my Reason for thy Life. 

Ant. She's doubly arm'd, with that and Injury, 
And I am wounded and defenceless. [Aside. 

Hippolyta, why all this Rage to me? [Kindly smiles. 

Hip. Antonio, thou art perjur'd, false and base. 

[In great Rage. 

Ant. What said my fairest Mistress ? 

[Goes to her looking softly. 

Hip. I said that thou wert perjur'd, false and base. 

[Less in Rage. 

Ant. My dear Hippolyta, speak it again, 
I do not understand thee, [Takes her by the Hand. 

Hip. I said that thou wert perjur'd, my Antonio. [Sighs. 

Ant. Thou wert to blame, but 'twas thy Jealousy. 
Which being a Fault of Love I will excuse. 



sc. in] 

Give me that Mark of Anger, prithee do, 
It misbecomes thy Hand. 

Hip. I've nothing left but this I can command, 
And do not ravish this too. 

Ant. It is unkind thus to suspect my Love ; 
Will you make no Allowance for my Humour ? 
I am by Nature rough, and cannot please, 
With Eyes and Words all soft as others can, 
But I can love as truly my blunt way. 

Hip. You were so soft when first you conquer'd me. 

i [Sighs. 

That but the Thoughts of that dear Face and Eyes, 
So manag'd, and so set for Conquest out, 
Would make me kind even to another Man ; 
Could I but thus imbrace and hide my Eyes, 
And call him my Antonio. 

[She leans on his Bosom , he the while gets her Dagger. 

Ant. Stand off, false Woman, I despise thy Love, 
Of which to every Man I know thou deal'st 
An equal share. 

Hip. I do not wonder that I am deceiv'd, 
But that I should believe thee, after all thy Treachery. 
But prithee tell me why thou treat'st me thus ? 
Why didst thou with the sacred Vows of Marriage, 
After a long and tedious Courtship to me, 
Ravish me from my Parents and my Husband ? 
For so the brave Alonzo was by promise. 

Ant. Why, I will tell thee ; 'twas not love to thee, 
But hatred to thy Brother Don Marcel, 
Who made Addresses to the fair Clarinda, 
And by his Quality destroy'd my Hopes. 

Hip. And durst you not revenge your self on him ? 

Ant. His Life alone could not appease my Anger ; 
And after studying what I had to do 

Hip. The Devil taught thee this. 

Ant. Yes, and you I chose, 


Because you were contracted to Alonzo, 
That the disgrace might be more eminent. 

Hip. I do believe thee, for when I reflect 
On all thy Usage since thou hast betray'd me, 
I find thou hast not paid me back one Sigh, 
Or Smile for all that I have given thee. 

Ant. Hear me out. 

Hip. Most calmly. 

Ant. From Town to Town you know I did remove you, 
Under pretence to shun your Brother's Anger : 
But 'twas indeed to spread your Fame abroad. 
But being not satisfy'd till in Madrid, 
Here in your native Town, I had proclaim'd you ; 
The House from whence your Brother's Fury chas'd us, 
Was a Bordello, where 'twas given out 
Thou wert a Venice Curtezan to hire, 
Whilst you believ'd it was your nuptial Palace. [Laughs. 

Hip. Dost think I did not understand the Plot ? 
Yes, and was mad till some young Lovers came. 
But you had set a Price too high upon me, 
No brisk young Man durst venture, 
I had expos'd my self at cheaper Rates. 

Ant. Your Price, I pray, young Sinner ? 

[Pw/A offhh Hat in scorn. 

Hip. Thy Life ; he that durst say Antonio lives no more, 
Should have possest me gratis. 

Ant. I would have taken care none should have don't ; 
To show, and offer you to Sale, was equally as shameful. 

Hip. Well, what hast thou more to do? this is no 
Place to inhabit in, nor shalt thou force me further ; 
And back into the Town thou dar'st not go. 

Ant. Perhaps I had been kinder to you, 
Had you continu'd still to give me that 
Might have begot a Passion in me. 

Hip. I have too much Repentance for that Sin, 
To increase it, at the Price of being belov'd by thee. 

sc. in] THE DUTCH LOVER 277 

Ant. Consider what you do, this Place is silent, 
[And far from any thing that may assist you. 
' Come lead me to the Covert of this Grove. 

[Takes her rudely. 

Enter Haunce and Gload drunk ; Haunce seeing them, 
offers to go out again. 

Glo. Hold, hold, Sir, why do you run away ? 

Hau. Thou Fool, dost not see the Reason ? 

Glo. I see a Man and a Lady, Sir. 

Hau. Why, you Coxcomb, they are Lovers ; 
Or some that are going to do the deed of Love. 

Ant. How ! Men here ? Your Business. 

Hau. Prithee, Friend, do not trouble your self with ours, 
but follow your own; my Man is a little saucy in his Drink 
indeed, but I am sober enough to understand how things go. 

Ant. Leave us then. 

Hau. Leave us then good Words, good Words, 
Friend ; for look ye, T am in a notable Humour at present, 
and will be intreated. 

Glo. Yes, Sir, we will be intreated. 

Ant. Pray leave us then. 

Hau. That's something but hark ye, Friend, say a 
Man had a mind to put in for a share with you. 

Ant. Rude Slaves, leave us. 

Hau. Ha, Slaves ! 

Glo. Slaves said you, Sir ? hah 

Hip. Oh, as you're a Gentleman, assist me. [ To Haunce. 

Hau. Assist thee? this Fellow looks as he would not 
have his Abilities call'd in question ; otherwise I am 
amorous enough to do thee a kindness. 

\_0ffers still to go, she holds him. 

Hip. Sir, you mistake me ; this is a Ravisher 

Hau. A Ravisher ! ha, ha, ha, dost like him the worse 
for that ? No, no, I beg your Pardon, Madam. 

Hip. Have you no Manhood, Sir? 


Glo. She is in earnest ; now if I durst stay, how I would 
domineer over my Master ; I never try'd perhaps, I may 
be valiant thus inspir'd. Lady, I am your Champion, who 
dares ravish you, or me either ? 

Ant. Rascal, unhand her. 

[He comes up to them^ Gload puts the Lady before him. 

Hau. How now, Gload ingag'd ! nay, I scorn to be 
out-done by my Man. Sirrah, march offwith the Baggage, 
whilst I secure the Enemy. 

Ant. Rash Man, what mean you ? 

Hau. I say, stand off, and let him go quietly away 
with the Wench, or look you 

Ant. Unmanner'd Fool, I will chastise thy Boldness. 
[Goes up to him with his Dagger. 

Hau. How, how, hast thou no other Weapon ? 

Ant. No, if I had, thou durst not have encounter'd me. 

Hau. I scorn thy Words, and therefore there lies my 
Sword ; and since you dare me at my own Weapon, I 
tell you I am good at Snick-a-Sne as the best Don of you 
all [Draws a great Dutch Knife. 

Ant. Can I endure this Affront? 

Glo. The best way to make a Coward fight, is to leave 
him in Danger Come, Lady [Goes out. 

Ant. Thou base unmanner'd Fool, how darst thou 
offer at a Gentleman, with so despis'd a thing as that? 

Hau. Despis'd a thing? talk not so contemptibly of 
this Weapon, I say, do not, but come on if you dare. 

Ant. I can endure no longer 

[Flies at him, Haunce cuts his Face, and takes 

away^ after a-while^ his Dagger. 
Injustice ! can such a Dog, and such a Weapon vanquish me? 

Hau. Beg your Life; for I scorn to stain my Victory 
in Blood that I learnt out of Pharamond. [Aside. 

Ant. He does not merit Life, that could not defend it 
against so poor and base a thing as thou : Had but Marcel 
left me my Sword 

|sc. iv] THE DUTCH LOVER 279 

Hau. O then I perceive you are us'd to be vanquish'd, 
| and therefore I scorn to kill thee ; live, live. 

Ant. How the Rascal triumphs over me ! 

Hau. And now, like a generous Enemy, I will conduct 
thee to my Tent, and have thy Wounds drest That too 
I had out of Pharamond. [Aside. 

Ant. What if I take the offer of this Sot? so I may see 
Hippolyta again. But I forget [Aside. 

Hau. Will you accept my Offer ? 

Ant. ForsomeReasonsIdarenotventureinto the Town. 

Hau. My Lodging is at St. Peter's Gate, hard by ; and 
on the Parole of a Man of Prowess you shall be safe and 
free Pharamond again. [Aside. 

Ant. I'll trust him, for worse I cannot be. [Aside. 
Lead on, I'll follow, Sir 

Hau. Not so, for tho the Captive ought to follow the 
Victor, yet I'll not trust my Enemy at my backside. 
Politicks too. [Aside. 

Ant. You must command [Go out. 

SCENE IV. The Garden. 
Enter Silvio and Francisca. 

Silv. Well, dear Francisca^ will Cleonte come, 
And all alone into the Garden ? 

Fran. My Lord, she will ; I have at last prevail'd, to 
what intent she knows not ; this is an Hour wherein you'll 
scarce be interrupted : The amorous Entertainment you 
have prepar'd for her, will advance your Design ; such 
Objects heighten the Desire. Is all ready on your part ? 

Silv. It is, and I am prepared for all the Resistance she 
can make, and am resolv'd to satisfy my insupportable 
Flame, since there's no other hope left me. 

Fran. She's coming, Sir, retire. 

[Exit Silvio into the Garden. 
Oh, how he kills me ! Well, at least this pleasure I have 


whilst I am dying, that when he possesses the fair Cleonte, 
he for ever ruins his Interest in her Heart, and must find 
nothing but her mortal Hate and Scorn. 

Enter Cleonte. 

Cleo. Francisco, why art thou so earnest for my coming 
into the Garden so early ? 

Fran. Because, Madam, here without Interruption you 
may learn what the Lady Clarinda has to tell you. 

Cleo. Is that all ? go wait upon her hither then. 

Fran. Yes, when your more pleasant Affair is dispatch'd, 
I will [Aside. [Exit Francisca. 

Cleo. Can this be Love I feel? 
This strange unusual something in my Soul, 
That pleads so movingly for Silvio there ; 
And makes me wish him not allied to me? 

[A noise of rural Musick is heard within the 

Trees, as Pipes, Flutes, and Voices. 

Hah ! what pleasant Noise is this? sure 'tis i' the Air 
Bless me, what strange things be these ! 

Enter Swains playing upon Pipes, after them four Shepherds 
with Garlands and Flowers, and four Nymphs dancing an 
amorous Dance to that Musick ; wherein the Shepherds make 
Love to the Nymphs, and put the Garlands on their Heads, 
and go out ; the Nymphs come and lay them at Cleonte's 
Feet, and sing. 

1 Nymph. Here at your Feet, we tribute pay, 
Of all the Glories of the May. 

2 Nymph. Such Trophies can be only due 
To Victors so divine as you, 

Both. Come, follow, follow, where Love leads the way, 
To Pleasures that admit of no Delay. 

1 Nymph. Come follow to the amorous Shade, 
Covered with Roses, and with Jessamine. 

2 Nymph. Where the Love-sick Boy is laid, 
Panting for Lovers charming Queen. 

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Both. Gome follow, follow, where we lead the way, 
'o Pleasures that admit of no delay. [Lead her out. 

The Scene changes to a fine Arbour, they leave 
her and vanish. 

Cleo. I am all Wonder. 

Enter Silvio in rapture, not yet seeing Cleonte. 
Silv. I'm all on Fire, till I enjoy my Sister ; 
ot all the Laws of Birth and Nature 
an hinder me from loving Nor is't just : 
.Vhy should the charm of fair C/tonte's Eyes, 
vie less than Aliens to her Blood surprize ? 
Vnd why (since I love Beauty every where, 
\.nd that Cleonte has the greatest share) 
hould not I be allowed to worship her? 
The empty Words of Nature and of Blood, 
re such as Lovers never understood, 
rudence in love 'twere Nonsense to approve, 
nd he loves most that gives a Loose to Love. 
Cleo. Silvio here ! 

Silv. Hah yonder she's ! [Sees her. 

nd now my Passion knows no Bounds, nor Laws. 
'leonte, come, come satisfy my Flame. 

[Runs to her, and takes her passionately by the hand. 
hese private Shades are ours, no jealous Eye 
an interrupt our Heaven of Joy. 

Cleo. What mean you ? do you know I am your Sister ? 
Silv. Oh that accursed Name ! why should it check 
me ? [He pauses. 

ouldst thou had rather been some mis-begotten Monster, 
hat might have startled Nature at thy Birth : 
Or if the Powers above would have thee fair, 
Why wert thou born my Sister ? 
Oh, if thou shouldst preserve thy Soul, and mine, 
Fly from this Place and me ; make haste away, 
A strange wild Monster is broke in upon thee ; 


A thing that was a Man, but now as mad 
As raging Love can make him. 
Fly me, or thou art lost for ever. 

Cleo. Remember, Silvio, that you are my Brother, 
And can you hurt your Sister? \Weeps\ 

Silv. Shouldst thou repeat those Ties a thousand times.! 
'Twill not redeem thee from the Fate that threatens thee 
Be gone, whilst-so much Virtue does remain about me, I 
To wish thee out of Danger. 

Cleo. Sure, Silvio, this is but to try my Virtue. [Weeps still\ 

Silv. No, look on my Eyes, Cleonte, and thou shalt seel 
them flame with a strange wicked Fire. [Looks wildly on 
Yet do not look, thy Eyes increase it. 
Alas ! [Turns away, and hides his EyesM 

And I shall still forget I am thy Brother : 
Go, go, whilst I have power to take my Eyes away, 
For if they turn again, it will be fatal. 

Cleo. Pray hear me, Sir. 

Silv. Oh, do not speak ; thy Voice has Charms 
As tempting as thy Face; but whilst thou art silent ancl 


Perhaps my Madness may be moderate ; 
For as it is, the best Effects of it 
Will prompt me on to kill thee. 

Cleo. To kill me ! 

Silv. Yes ; for shouldst thou live, adorn'd with so muchfl 


So much my Passion is above my Reason, 
In some such fit as does possess me now 
I should commit a Rape, a Rape upon thee : 
Therefore be gone, and do not tempt Despair, 
That merciless rude thing, but save thy Honour, 
And thy Life. 

Cleo. I will obey you, Sir. [Goes into the Garden \ 

Silv. She's gone and now \Walh, and talks in stopping.^ , 
my hot Fit abates she is my Sister that is, my Father': L 

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)aughter but what if his Wife deceiv'd him or 
erhaps (which is the likelier thing) my Mother play'd 
ic false one for 'twas her Trade to do so and I'm not 
on to Ambrosio Oh, that she were in being to confess 
iis Truth, for sure 'tis Truth ; then I might love, and 
light enjoy Cleonte enjoy Cleonte] [In transport J\ Oh 
hat Thought ! what Fire it kindles in my Veins, and 
ow my cold Fit's gone [Offers to go, but starts and returns. 
No, let me pause a while 
'"or in this Ague of my Love and Fear, 
Joth the Extremes are mortal [Goes into the Garden. 

Enter Ambrosio and Marcel. 

Amb. I'm reconcil'd to you, since your Brother Silvio 
vould have it so. 

Mar. My Blood flows to my Face, to hear him named. 

Amb. Let there be no more Differences between you : 
3ut Silvio has of late been discontented, keeps home, and 
huns the Conversation which Youth delights in ; goes not 
o Court as he was wont. Prithee, Marcel, learn thou the 
ause of it. 

Mar. I do believe I shall, my Lord too soon. [Aside. 

Amb. I'm now going to my Villa, and shall not return 
ill Night ; by the way I mean to visit your Wife, that 
,vas design'd to be, the rich Flavia, and see if I can again 
econcile her to you ; for your Neglect has been great, 
ind her Anger is just. 

Mar. I rather wish it should continue, Sir, for I have 

t no Inclinations to marry. 

Amb. No more, I'll have it so, if I can. 

Mar. I'm silent, Sir. [Ex. Ambrosio and Marcel. 

Enter as from out of the Garden, Cleonte, Clarinda, 
Francisca, Dorm\da,from amongst the Trees, sadly ; 

Silvio who starts at sight of them. 

Cleo. I am satisfied you knew not of my Brother's being 
in the Garden. [To Franc. 

284 THE DUTCH LOVER [ACT m, sc. i 

Silv. Clarinda with my Sister ! and in our House ! she 
very fair and yet how dull and blasted all her Beautii 
seems, when they approach the fair Cleonte's I canm 
shun a tedious Compliment ; to see the fair Clarinda \_Go 
to Clarinda.] here, is a Happiness beyond my Hope; I'i 
glad to see her kind to the Sister, who always treated th 
Brother with so much Scorn and Rigour. 

Clar. Silvio! sure I'm betray'd. \_Asid 

[He talks to he. 

Enter Marcel, and is amaz'd. 

Mar. Hah ! Silvio with Clarinda in our House ! 
Oh, daring Villain ! to make this place a Sanctuary 
To all thy Lusts and Treachery ! 
Now I'm convinc'd, 'twas he that wounded me, 
And he that fled last Night with that false Woman. 

[Cleonte goes to Marce 

Silv. You need not fear me now, fair Maid, 
I'm disarm'd of all my dangerous Love. 

Mar. It was by his contrivance that she came, [1 
Cleonte.] do not excuse him, but send her quickly froi 
you, lest you become as infamous as she. 

Cleo. Oh, how I hate her now ; I know my Broth( 
Silvio loves her. 

Mar. How every Gesture shows his Passion, whilst sr. 
seems pleas'd to hear him. I can endure no more 

Cleo. What will you do? [She goes to ther, 

Mar. Nothing, dear Sister, 
But if I can be wise and angry too : 
For 'tis not safe t'attack him in the Garden. 
How now, Silvio under the Name of Brother, 
I see you dare too much. [Snatches away his Sister at 


Silv. What mean you by this rude Address, Marceli 

Mar. I'll tell ye, Sir, anon. Go get you in. 

[ To the Women , w ho go i. 

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Silv.. Well, Sir, your Business now? 

Mar. It is not safe to tell you here, tho I have hardly 
atience to stay till thou meet me in St. Peter's Grove. 

Silv. I will not fail you, Sir, an Hour hence. 

[Goes in after them. 

Mar. I dare not in this Rage return to upbraid 
larinda,\estl do things that mis-become a Man. [Goes out. 


SCENE I. Carlo's House. 

After a Noise of Music k without, enter Haunce drest as 
Alonzo was, followed by Gload, in Masquerade. 

Hau. Hold, hold, I do not like the Salutations I receive 
om all I meet in this House. 

Glo. Why, Sir, methinks they are very familiar Scabs all. 

Hau. Salerimente, they all salute me as they were my 
Id Acquaintance. Your servant, Myn heer Haunce, crys 
ne ; your servant, Monsieur Haunce, crys another. 
Enter Servant. 

Serv. Your servant, Sir, you come indeed like a Bride- 
room all beset with Dance and Fiddle. 

Hau. Bridegroom ! ha, ha, ha, dost hear, Gload? 'tis true 
aith. But how the Devil came he to know it, man, hah ? 

Serv. My Master, Sir, was just asking for you, he longs 
o speak with you. 

Hau. Ha, ha, with me, Sir ? why, ha, ha, who the pox 

Serv. You, Sir, why, who should you be ? 

Hau. Who should I be ? why, who should I be ? 

Serv. Myn heer Haunce van Ezel, Sir. 

Hau. Ha, ha, ha, well guest, i'faith now. 

Glo. Why how should they guess otherwise, coming so 
ittended with Musick, as prepar'd for a Wedding? 

Hau. Ha, ha, ha, say'st thou so ? faith, 'tis a good Device 
:o save the Charges of the first Compliments, hah : but 


hark ye, hark ye, Friend, are you sure this is the Hou:! 
of Don Carlo ? 

Serv. Why, Sir, have you forgot it ? 

Hau. Forgot it ! ha, ha, ha, dost hear, Gload? forgot in 
why how the Devil should I remember it? 

Glo. Sir, I believe this is some new-fash ion 'd Civilill 
in Spain, to know every Man before he sees him. 

Hau. No, no, you fool, they never change their Fashici 
in Spain, Man. 

Glo. I mean their manner of Address, Sir. 

Hau. It may be so, I'll see farther. Friend, is DC 
Carlo within ? 

Serv. He has not been out since, Sir. 

Hau. Since, ha, ha, ha, since when ? hah. 

Serv. Since you saw him, Sir. 

Hau. Salerimente, will you make me mad ? why yc 
damnable Rascal, when did I see him ? hah. 

Serv. Here comes my Master himself, Sir, \_Enter Carl | 
let him inform you, if you grow so hot upon the Questio. ! 

Car. How now, Son, what, angry ? You have e'en tir 
your self with walking, and are out of Humour. 

Hau. Look there again the old Man's mad too ; v/l 
how the pox should he know I have been walking ? In dee 
Sir, I have, as you say, been walking [Playing with }. 
Hat.~\ and am as you say, out of Humour But und ' 
favour, Sir, who are you ? Sure 'tis the old Conjurer, ar j 
those were his little Imps I met. [Surlily to hit 

Car. Sure, Son, you should be a Wit, by the shortne 
of your Memory. 

Hau. By the Goodness of yours, you should be non \ 
ha, ha, ha. Did I not meet with him there, Gload, hal 
But pray refresh my Memory, and let me know you ; i 
come to seek a Father amongst you here, one Don Car, 

Car. Am I not the Man, Sir? 

Hau. How the Devil should I know that now, unle 
by instinct? 


Glo. The old Man is mad, and must be humour'd. 

Hau. Cry you Mercy, Sir, I vow I had quite forgot 

u. Sir, I hope Donna Euphemia 

Car. Oh, Sir, she's in a much better Humour than when 

u saw her last, complies with our Desires more than I 

u'd hope or wish; 

Hau. Why look you here again I ask'd after her 

ealth, not her Humour. 

Car. I know not what Arts you made use of, but she's 

angely taken with your Conversation and Person. 

Glo. Truly, Sir, you are mightily beholden to her, that 

e should have all this good Will to your Person and Con- 

rsation before she sees you. 

Hau. Ay, so I am ; therefore, Sir, I desire to see your 
aughter, for I shall hardly be so generous as she has been, 

d be quits with her before I see her. 

Car. Why, Sir, I hop'd you lik'd her when you saw 
er last. 

Hau. Stark mad I saw her last ! why, what the Devil 

you mean ? I never saw her in all my Life, man. Stark 
ad, as I am true Dutch [Aside. 

Car. A Lover always thinks the time tedious : But 

re's my Daughter. 

Enter Euphemia and Olinda. 

Hau. Ay, one of these must be she : but 'tis a Wonder 
should not know which she is by instinct. [Aside. 

[Stands looking very simply on both. 

Euph. This is not Alonzo has he betray'd me ? [Aside. 

Car. Go, Sir, she expects you. 

Hau. Your pardon, Sir ; let her come to me, if she will, 
'm sure she knows me better than I do her. 

Glo. How should she know you, Sir? 

Hau. How? by instinct, you Fool, as all the rest of 
he House does : don't you, fair Mistress ? 

Euph. I know you 


Hau. Yes, you know me ; you need not be so coy mini 
the old Man has told me all. 

Euph. What has he told you? I am ruin'd. [Asia 

Hau. Faith, much more than I believ'd, for he was vei 
full of his new-fashion'd Spanish Civility, as they call it ; Bi 
ha, ha, I hope, fair Mistress, you do not take after him 

Euph. What if I do, Sir ? 

Hau. Why then I had as lieve marry a Steeple with 
perpetual Ring of Bells. 

Glo. Let me advise you, Sir ; methinks you might main 
a handsomer Speech for the first, to so pretty a Lady-i 
Fakes, and were I to do't 

Hau. I had a rare Speech for her thou knowest, and a 
Entertainment besides, that was, tho I say it, unordinary 
But a pox of this new way of Civility, as thou call'st i 
it has put me quite beside my part. 

Glo. Tho you are out of your complimenting Part, 
am not out of my dancing one, and therefore that part < 
your Entertainment I'll undertake for. 'Slife, Sir, won 
you disappoint all our Ship's Company ? 

Hau. That's accord ing as I find this proudTit in Humou 

Car. And why so coy ? pray why all this Dissimulation 
Come, come, I have told him your Mind, and do inter 
to make you both happy immediately. 

Euph. How, Sir, immediately ! 

Car. Yes, indeed ; nay, if you have deceiv'd me, ar 
dissembled with me, when I was so kind, I'll show yc 
Trick for Trick i'faith [Goes to Haunc 

Euph. What shall we do, Olinda ? 

Olin. Why marry Don Alonzo, Madam. 

Euph. Do not rally, this is no time for Mirth. 

Olin. Fie upon't, Madam, that you should have so litt 
Courage; your Father takes this Fellow to be Alonzo. 

Car. What Counsel are you giving there, hah ? 

Olin. Only taking leave of our old Acquaintance, sim 
you talk of marrying us so soon. 

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Car. What Acquaintance, pray ? 

Olin. Our Maiden-heads, Sir. 

Hau. Ha, ha, ha, a pleasant Wench, faith now ; I believe 
)u would be content to part with yours with less warning. 

Olin. On easy Terms perhaps, but this marrying I do 
jot like; 'tis like going a long Voyage to Sea, where 
fter a while even the Calms are distasteful, and the Storms 
jangerous : one seldom sees a new Object, 'tis still a deal 
f Sea, Sea; Husband, Husband, every day, till one's 
uite cloy'd with it. 

Car. A mad Girl this, Son. 

Hau. Ay, Sir, but I wish she had left out the simile, 
!t made my Stomach wamble. 

Glo. Pray, Sir, let you the Maid alone as an Utensil 
jelonging to my Place and Office, and meddle you with 
he Mistress. 

Hau. Faith now, thou hast the better Bargain of the 
:wo ; my Mistress looks so scurvily and civil, that I don't 
enow what to say to her Lady hang't, that look has 
put me quite out again. 

Car. To her, Son, to her 

Hau. Hark ye, Lady Well, what next now ? Oh pox, 
quite out, quite out ; tell me whether the old Man ly'd or 
no, when he told me you lov'd me. 

Euph. I love you ! 

Hau. Look you there now, how she looks again. 

Car. She's only bashful, Sir, before me ; therefore if 
you please to take a small Collation, that has waited within 
for you this three Hours 

Hau. That's strange now, that any thing should wait 
for me, who was no more expected here than Bethlehem- 
Gaber : Faith now, Lady, this Father of yours is very simple. 

Euph. To take you for his Son. 

Hau. I meant to have surpriz'd you I vow, before you 
had dreamt of me ; and when I came, you all knew me 
as well as if you had cast a Figure for me. 

i u 


Car. Well, Son, you'll follow. 

Euph. You will not leave me alone, Sir, with a Man 

Hau. Go your ways, go your ways I shall know mor 
of your Secrets before [Gload makes Grimaces to Olinda c 
Love.~\ night yet, you little pouting Hypocrite you. 

Euph. You know my Secrets ! why, who are you? 

Hau. Ha, ha, ha, that's a very good one faith now 
who am I, quoth thou ? why there's not a Child thus higl 
in all your Father's House would have ask'd me so simpl< 
a Question. 

Olin. Madam, I find by this Man, this is your expectec 
Lover, whom you must flatter, or you are undone, 'ti 
Haunce van EzeL [To Euphemia 

Euph. The Fop himself. 

Hau. Oh, do you know me now ? 

Euph. 'Tis impossible. 

Hau. This is an extreme the other way now. [Aside 
Impossible, ha, ha, ha ! No, no, poor thing, do not doub 
thy Happiness : for look ye, to confirm you, here are mj 
Bills of Exchange with my own natural Name to them 
if you can read written Hand [Shews her Papers 

Glo. Not love you ! I'll swear you lye now, you little 
Jade, I am now in Masquerade, and you cannot judge o 
me ; but I am Book-keeper and Cashier to my Master 
and my Love will turn to account, I'll warrant you. 

Olin. There may be use made of him. [Aside 

I shall think of it. But pray why are you thus accouter'd . 

Glo. Fakes, to entertain your Lady, we have brought 
the whole Ship's Company too in Masquerade. 

Olin. That indeed will be very proper at this time o 
the Day, and the first Visit too. 

Glo. Shaw, that's nothing, you little think what Blade; j 
we are mun Sir, I'll call in the Fiddles and the Company 

Hau. Well remember'd, faith, now I had e'en forgot it 

Euph. What's the meaning of this? [Fiddles strike up 

Hau. To show you the difference between the damnable t 

I sc. i] THE DUTCH LOVER 291 

I dull Gravity of the Spanish^ and brisk Gaiety of the Dutch. 
I Come, come, begin all. 

Enter Dutchmen and Women dancing. 

Nay, I'll shew you what I can do too, come, Gload. 

[They two dance. 

i There's for you now, and yet you have not seen half my 

good Qualities ; I can sing the newest Ballad that has been 

[I made, so I can. [Sifigs a Dutch Song. 

Euph. Be these your Friends, Sir ? they look as if you 
jjhad ransack'd a Hoy for them. 

Hau. How ! look on them well, they are all States or 
States-fellows, I tell you that now, and they can bear 
witness who I am too. 

Euph. Now I'm convinced, and am sorry I doubted my 
Happiness so long : I had such a Character of you. 

Hau. Of me ! oh Lord, I vow now as they say 
I don't know ha, ha 

Euph. I heard you were the most incorrigible Fool, the 
most intolerable Fop. 

Hau. Ha, ha, ha, do you hear, Gload who, I a Fop ? 
I vow they were mistaken in me, for I am counted as 
pretty a Merchant as any walks the Change ; can write a 
very plain Hand, and cast Account as well my man 
Gload can't I, Sirrah? 

Glo. Yes indeed, forsooth, can he. 

Hau. Egad, a Fool, a Fop, quoth ye \Walks angry. 

Olin. By all means flatter him, Madam. 

Euph. I'm satisfy'd, Sir. 

Hau. I care not whether you are or no, for I shall have 
you whether you will or no, mun. 

Euph. 'Tis very likely ; but there is a certain trouble 
some Fellow in love with me, that has made me vow 
whenever I marry to ask him leave. 

Hau. How, ask his leave ? I scorn to ask any Body's 
leave, I tell you that, tho 'twere my Mistress 


Euph. I cannot marry you then. 

Ha u. How, not marry me ? look here now : [Ready to cry. 
Gload, can't you marry, and let no living Soul know it? 

Euph. Oh no, Sir, I love your Life better, which would 
be indanger'd. 

Hau. Why, what a cursed Custom you have in SpainA 
a Man can neither marry, nor console his Neighbour's 
Wife without having his Throat cut. Why, what if hei 
will not give you leave ? 

Euph. Why, then you must fight him. 

Hau. How ! fight him, I fight him ! 

Glo. Why, yes, Sir, you know you can fight, you 
try'd but this very Morning 

Hau. Softly, you damn'd Rogue, not a Word of mjj 
Prowess aloud. Salerimente^ I shall be put to fight wher 
I am sober, shall I, for your damn'd prating, ye Rascal ? 

Euph. I am glad you have that good Quality. 

[Olinda speaking to Gload, pushes him to speak 

Glo. Ay, Madam my Master has many more : 
But if you please to tell him his Rival's Name 

Hau. I'll have your Ears for this, Sirrah, the next time I'n I 
soundly drunk, and you know that won't be long. \_Asidt 
Lord, Madam, my Man knows not what he says. 
Ye Rascal, say I have no Courage or I will drink nv 
self to the Miracle of Valour, and exercise it all on thee ji 

Glo. I know what I do, Sir, you had Courage thi ; 
Morning, is the Fit over? 

Hau. Have I not slept since, you Rogue, have I not ; 

Glo. I have a trick to save your Honour, Sir, and there 
fore I will stand in't you have Courage. 

Hau. A Pox of your Trick, the Rogue knows I dare nc 
chastise him now, for fear they should think I have Valoui 

Glo. Madam, my Master's modest, but tell him wh 
'tis he must fight with 

Hau. Oh, for a Tun of Rhenish that I might abur : 
dantly beat thee 

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Euph. Your Rival's Name's Alonzo^ Sir. 

Hau. Oh the Devil, a thundring Name too; but will 
his same Alonzo make no allowance for necessity ? I 
'ow 'tis pure necessity in me to marry you : the old Men 
)t-ing agreed upon the Matter, I am but an Instrument 

alas, not I, [Crys. 

\ very Tool, as they say, so I am. 

Glo. Lord, Sir, why do you cry ? I meant no harm. 

Hau. No harm, you Rascal to say I am valiant. 

Glo. Why, yes, Sir, and if you would say so too, at 
vorst 'twas but getting Don Lovis to have fought for you ; 
rou know that's a small courtesy to a Friend. 

Hau. Faith, now thou art in the right ; he'll do his 
usiness for him, I'll warrant him. [Wipes his Eyes. 

ay then, Madam, I have Courage, and will to this Don 

this Alonzo you speak of; and if he do not resign you, 
nd consign you too, I'll make him ; yes, make him, do 
e see If Lovis should refuse me now [Aside. 

Glo. Shaw, Sir, he makes nothing to kill a Man, ten or 

Euph. Well, since you are so resolv'd, my Brother will 
ell you where to find this Alonzo ; and tell him, I must 

rry you to day, for I am resolv'd not to lie alone to night. 

Hau. What would not a Man do for so kind a Mistress? 

Euph. Well, get you about it strait then, lest my Father's 
:oming prevent it. [Exeunt Euphemia and Olinda. 

Hau. I am gone but if Lovis should fail 

Glo. He would beat you, if he thought you doubted him. 

Hau. I'll keep my Fears then to my self. [Go out. 

SCENE II. The Street. 
Enter Hippolyta drest like a Man, with a Paper. 

Hip. Thus I dare look abroad again : 
MJethinks I am not what I was, 
My Soul too is all Man ; 


Where dwells no Tenderness, no womanish Passions. 

I cannot sigh, nor weep, nor think of Love, 

But as a foolish Dream that's gone and past. 

Revenge has took possession of my Soul, 

And drove those Shadows thence ; and shows me now 

Love, in so poor, so despicable a Shape, 

So quite devested of his Artful Beauty, 

That I'm asham'd I ever was his Votary. 

Well, here's my Challenge to Antonio ; 

But how to get it to him is the Question. 

Base as he is, he'll not refuse to come, 

And since he never saw the wrong'd Alonzo^ 

Sure I may pass for him. Who's here ? 

Enter Haunce and Gload. She stands aside. 

Hau. Gload, if it were possible I could be sober, and 
valiant at once, I should now be provok'd to exercise it : 
for I cannot find Lovls^ and then how I shall come off, 
the Lord knows. And then again, for letting the Lady 
go, whom I rescu'd in the Grove this Morning. 

Glo. Should I disobey a Lady, Sir ? for she commanded 
me to let her go so soon as she came into the Gate. And, 
Sir, look, here comes Don Lovis. 

Enter Lovis and Alonzo. 

Hau. Oh, Brother Lovis, where the Devil have you 
been all this Day? I stay'd for you to go with me to youi 
Sister's, as long as Flesh and Blood could forbear. 

Lov. Why, have you been there without me ? 

Hau. Yes, marry have I, Sir. 

Alon. I am undone then [dside 

Hau. I needed no Recommendation mun, for when ] 
came they were all as well acquainted with me I nevei 
saw them before; but by the way, they are all no wise] 
than they should be, except your Sister, who is the pretty's' 
loving, sweet Rogue 


' A Ion. How's this? 
j Lov. But have you seen my Sister? 
I Hau. Seen her ! yes, and will marry her too mun before 
Height, an she were a thousand Sisters but harkye, Lovis^ 
(he business is this you must know that before I marry 
her, I am to seek out a certain Fellow, they call they 
all A/onzOj ay, ay, Alonzo a Pox on him, a troublesome 
jlascal they say he is; and his leave, it seems, must be 
tskt to marry your Sister. 

Lov. Well, Sir, and what if he will not give you leave ? 
! Hau. Why then, you must know I am to get him very 
Ivell favour'dly beaten. 

A Ion. Sure this is the Coxcomb himself. 

Hau. Now for your Sister's sake, who loves me, poor 
hing, I will not run the danger of beating him my self, 
;>ut must desire that small courtesy of thee. 

Lov. How ! I beat him ? 

Hau. You beat him, yes, you; what a Pox do you 
cruple such a kindness to a Friend ? I know you make no 
jnore of killing a Man next your Heart in a Morning, than 
I do of eating a pickled Herring. 

Lov. But she desir'd you to do't. 

Hau. That's all one so it be done, mun ; besides, why 
-hould I run my self into a Premunire, when I need not? 
^our Father is bound by Agreement to mine, to deliver me 
!:he Wares (that is, his Daughter) safe and sound; and I 
:.iave no more to do, but to protest against him in case of 
Non-performance. 'Twill be a dear Commodity to me 
it this rate. [Cries. 

Lov. Well, Sir, I'll see what may be done. 

Hau. Spoke like a Friend now : Well, you must about 
it instantly, for I must be married to day. 

A Ion. Must you so, Sir ? 

Hau. Yes marry must I, Sir Who the Devil's this 
now? [To Lovis. 

A Ion. That same Alonzo whom you inquire for. 


Hau. Are you so, Sir ? Why, what then, Sir,- Lovis, 
Lovls. [Runs behind Lovis. 

Alon. What then, Sir ? then I tell you, I will not be 

Hau. Look ye here now Lovis. 

Lov. Ha, ha, ha, canst thou be angry with him ? 

[To Alonzo. 

Hau. I, can you be angry with me ? 

Alon. I know not why an Ass should have more privilege 
than any other rude Beast. 

Lov. Ha, ha, ha, this Humour's so pleasant in thee, I 
wish thou wouldst pursue it a little Haunce, bear up to 
him, he's but a mere Huff, ha, ha, ha. 

[Claps him on the Back, he goes fearfully forward. 

Glo. I, Sir, as long as Don Lovis is here, you may say 
what you will. 

Hau. May I so? and why, Sir? am I, Sir an 
Ass, Sir? [Runs behind Lovis. 

Alon. 'Sdeath, you Rascal, do you question me ? 

Hau. Oh, hold, Sir, hold, not I, God forbid I should 
question it, Lovis is it, indeed, Alonzo, hah ? 

Lov. Yes indeed is it. 

Hau. And wilt thou not do so much as to beat him for 
me a little ? 

Lov. Not I, I dare not, he's a terrible Man. 

Hau. Why look you here now, you damn'd Rogue, 
\_To Gload.] Have not you serv'd me finely, hah? 

Gload. Why, Sir, 'tis but crying Peccavi. 

Hau. Peccavi, and be hang'd to you Lord, Sir, [Tt 
Alonzo.] why are you so angry ? I came but to ask you 
a civil Question, from my Wife that must be. 

Alon. You must ask me leave, first. 

Hau. Yes, yes, Sir, so she said mun ; for she must marry 
me to night. 

Alon. Yes, you shall have it with this too. [Draws 

Hau. Why look you [Haunce runs away, Lovis stay. 

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p/77/] here now, here's damn'd doings. For my part, I 
ijeclare it here upon my Death-bed, I am forc'd to what 
[ do, and you kill me against my Will. 

Alon. Do'st think we are not discover'd in our Design ? 
jt'd kill the Dog if I thought we were. 

Lov. I believe not ; and perceive by my Sister's Message, 
jthat we are to come to her, and prevent this Fellow's 
(marrying her. 

Alon. Well, Sir, I'll spare your Life, and give your 
Mistress leave to marry to night. 

Hau. How, Sir, to Night ? But is he in earnest, Lovis ? 

Lov. In very good earnest. 

Hau. Tan, ta, ra, ra, ra hay, Boys, what a Night we'll 
have on't, Gload, for Fiddles and Dancing. 

Alon. Tell your Mistress I will dispatch a little Affair, 
iind wait on her. 

Gload. And pray, Sir, may I have leave to marry the 
Maid too? 

Alon. We'll consider on't. 

Hau. I am not such a Fool to venture tho, till I know the 
i Coast is clear, for his very Looks are terrible ; but go you, 
Chad, and tell her what he says. [Alonzo talks to Lovis. 

Enter Hippolytayhw/ aside. 

Hip. These be the Men that rescu'd me this morning, 
And are not to be employ'd in my Affair. 
But yonder Stranger has a noble Look, 
And from him I'll intreat this Favour Sir [To Alonzo. 

Alon. With me, Sir? 

Hip. Yes, please you to walk a little this way, Sir. 

[ Takes him aside. 

Hau. Well, make you sure of Fiddles, for look ye, we'll 
appear to night like our selves. 

Gload. It shall be done, Sir. 

Hip. I am a Stranger and a Gentleman, 
And have an humble Suit to you. 


Alon. You may command me any thing. 

Hip. Sir, there is a Gentleman, if I may call him so, 
that dares do ill; has put a base Affront upon a Lady 
a Lady whom all brave Men are bound to vindicate : I've 
writ him here a Challenge, and only beg you'll give it him ; 
I will attend you in St. Peter's Grove, where I desire the 
perfidious Antonio (for that's his Name, to whom this is 
directed) to meet me. 

Alon. I'm pleas'd to see this Gallantry in a Man so young, 
and will serve you in this, or whatever else you shall com 
mand. But where is this Antonio? 

Hip. That I'll inquire of these. Sir, pray can you give 
any account of the Cavalier [To Haunce, who starts as 
afraid.'] you fought with this Morning in St. Peter's Grove, 
that had a Lady with him ? 

Hau. So, now perhaps I shall be hang'd for that. [Aside. 
I fight, Sir ! I never fought in my Life, nor saw no Man, 
not I. 

Gload. 'Sha, you may confess it, Sir ; there's no Law 
against killing in Spain. 

Hip. How, have you murder'd him ? [ Takes hold of him. 

Hau. This Rogue has a mind to have me dispatch'd. 


Hold, Sir, the Man's as well and alive as you are, and is 
now at my Lodgings : look ye, here's the Dagger I disarm'd 
him of but that I do not love to boast. [Shews it. 

Hip. It is the same. 

Alon. Sir, I shall not fail to wait on you with the Answer 
I receive. 

Hip. I humbly thank you, Sir. 

Alon. So prithee, dear Lovis y go make my excuse to your 
Sister for a moment, and let her get all things ready against 
I come ; let the Priest too wait, for I see my Destiny, which 
I can no longer prevent, draws on apace. [Exit Lovis. 
Come, Sir, you must conduct me to Antonio. 

[Exeunt Alonzo, Haunce, and Gload. 


Hip. So now the Work's half done, that will redeem 
1.11 the lost Credit of our Family. 

fa kill, or to be kill'd, I care not which, [Weeps. 

|D one or both expire ; be strong, my Soul, 
|.nd let no feeble Woman dwell about thee. 
fence Fears and Pity, such poor things as these 
llannot the Storms of my Revenge appease : 
"hose Showers must from his treacherous Heart proceed, 

I can live and see Antonio bleed. [Sighs, and Exit. 

SCENE III. A deep Grove. 
Enter Marcel alone. 

Mar. The hour is almost come which I appointed, 
Lnd yet no Silvio appears, the time seems long to me ; 
!ut he that's circled in his Mistress' Arms, 
'orgets the hasty hours, 

id passes them as unregarded by, 
Men do Beggars who demand a Charity. 

Enter Hippolyta. 
r oung Man, hast thou encounter'd none within this 

Grove ? 

Hip. Not any, Sir, Marcel! my injur'd Brother ! 
Mar. Why dost thou turn away, and hide thy Face? 
Hip. 'Tis not my Face I hide, but Sorrow there. 


Mar. Trust me, thou weepest ; would I could do so too, 
"hat I might be less angry ; 

Silence best expresses Grief: 
Jut thine's a saucy Sorrow dares approach 
. \ Face so fair and young. 

Hip. If the Ingrate for whom I grieve had thought so, 
might have spar'd my Tears. Farewel, Sir. 
Mar. Stay, hast thou been a Lover ? 
Hip. A very, very passionate one. 
Mar. And wert thou not belov'd ? 


Hip. At first, to draw me in, the cunning Artist 
Made me believe I was. 

Mar. Oh ! I could kiss thee now, for the alliance 
Between thy Grief and mine. 
Hadst thou a loose and wanton Sister too, 
Then thou wert perfect wretched, as I am. [Weeps 

But prithee leave me, now I think of it : 
For shouldst thou stay, thou'dst rob me of my Anger ; 
For since a Youth like thee can be unhappy, 
With such a Shape, and so divine a Face, 
Methinks I should not quarrel with my Star, 
But bow to all my faithless Mistress' Scorns. 

[Hollowing within.~\ So ho, ho, so ho, ho 

Mar. So ho, so ho, ho, ho 'Tis my false Rival. 
Now leave me, Sir, to reassume my Anger. 

Hip. I will obey fare w el 
My own Despair makes me neglect his Life. [Goes out 

Enter Silvio. 

Mar. 'Tis Silvio. 

Silv. You see I have obey'd you, Sir. 

Mar. Come, Sir, your Sword. 

Si/v. You are my Brother, and 'twere an impious Action 
To fight you unprovok'd : give me a cause, 
Nay, and a just one too, or I shall find it hard 
To wound Cleonte's Brother. [Aside sighing 

Mar. Thou cam'st prepar'd to talk, and not to fight. 
I cannot blame thee for't, for were I Silvio, 
Thus I would do to save a Life belov'd : 

[Offers to fight, Silvio steps back 
But 'twill not serve you now. 

Silv. Your Reason, Sir, and I'm ready, if it be just. 

Mar. Oh do not urge me to repeat my Wrongs, 
For if thou dost, I hardly shall have Man enough remair 
To fight thee fairly. [Offers still 

Silv. Surely he knows my Passion for Cleonte [Aside 
I urge the Reason still. 

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Mar. Hast thou forgot thy last Night's Treachery ? 
|[ow like a Thief thou stol'st into her Lodgings? 

Silv. 'Tisso 'tis true, Marcel, I rudely did intrude 

Mar. Oh, quickly haste this looks like Women's 
jangling. [Offers to fight again. 

; Silv. Oh, is it bravely done, Marcel, to punish 
IL Passion which you ought to pity rather? 
Fis what I cannot reconcile nor justify : 
Lnd so distracted it has made me too 

will not fight in so unjust a Cause. 
|Iill me, and I'll embrace you whilst I die ; 
k thousand Wounds imprinted on this Body, 
'Vill bring less Pain than that her Eyes have caus'd. 
lere strike Pity my Pain and ease me. 

[ Opens his Arms, and throws away his Sword. 

Mar. I find thou hast a Charm about thy Tongue, 
And thou implor'st thy Death in such a way, 
cannot hurt thee ; and it gives me hopes 
Thou art not yet so bless'd to be belov'd, 
/or then thou wouldst not be thus desperate. 

Silv. Oh yes, I am belov'd. 

Mar. Oh do not say thou art, 
vfor take me from a Calmness, that may spare thee. 

Silv. Not say I am belov'd ! thou canst not hire me 
With Life or fuller Joy, to say I am not. 
.f there be Truth and Love in Innocence, she loves me. 

Mar. Yet, yet, ye Gods, I can endure say, but thou 

art not, 
For I would yet preserve thee. 

Silv. Oh, canst thou wish that I should fall so low, 
To save my Life with Lyes ; the poorest Sin of all the 
number ? 

Mar. Then once again thou hast debauch'd my Pity. 

[Takes to his Sword. 

Silv. Her Passion I will justify, but not my own ; 
Her's is as pure as Prayers of Penitence ; 


But mine I cannot give a Name to. 

[ They fight : Enter Alonzo, and parts them, 

Alon, How now, what's here to do ! Marcel? 

Mar. Alonzo I the only Man I wish to shun. 

Silv. I'm glad, who e'er thou be'st thou hast prevented us | 

Alon. Thou hast more Wit than he, then I find : Youi 
Quarrel, Sir, may a Man have leave to enquire into't ? 

Mar. This is that Silvio, that noble Youth my Brother, 
whom thou hast often heard me name. 

Alon. An excellent Character for an Enemy, Noble, 
and Brother : For shame put up your Swords, and I'll b( 
Judge between ye. 

Mar. The Case is soon decided ; I will not tell you 
with how tedious a Courtship I won the Heart, as ]! 
thought, of a young Beauty of this Town and yesterdaj 
receiv'd a Billet from her, to wait on her at night, tcj 
receive the recompence of all my Pains and Sufferings 
In this extasy of Joy I show'd him the Paper; and h< 
getting thither before me, rob'd me of my Prize. 

Silv. I am so pleas'd at this mistake of thine, 
I can forgive it freely. 

Mar. Not content with this, most treacherously, hit 
in the shades of Night, he met me in the Hall of this falsi 
Woman, and stab'd me, which did secure his flight wit! 
her ; and wouldst thou have me put this Injury up ? 

Alon. Faith, you must, and your Sword too, 
Unless you mean to keep it drawn on me. 
'Twas I that wounded you i'th' dark; and it was I 
That rob'd you of Clarinda. 

Mar. Thou? 

Alon. I, am I so unlikely a Man to do such a feat? 

Mar. How dare you, Sir, do this? 

Alon. I dare do any thing, but break my Word, a 
thou hast basely done with me But I am now in haste 
and should be glad to know where to meet you anon. 

Mar. I'll wait on you at the farther side of this Grov 
by the River. 


Ion. I will not fail you [Ex. Alonzo. 

Mar. Come, Sir, till I can better prove you are my 
|ival, I will believe you are my Friend and Brother. 

Si/v. When thou shalt know my miserable Story, 
I'hou wilt believe and pity me. [Go out. 

Enter again Hippolyta_/nwz out of the Wood. 

Hip. I wonder this Cavalier stays so long, 
ray Heaven he meet Antonio. 

Enter Alonzo. 
'our Servant, Sir. __ 

Alon. The Cavalier to whom you sent me, Sir, 

r ill wait upon you here. 

Hip. I humbly thank you, Sir, and should be glad to 
low how I might pay my Gratitude. 

Alon. My Duty ends not here ; I have a Sword to 
:rve you. 

Hip. You shame me with this Generosity ; but, Sir, I 
jpe my own will be sufficient in so good a Cause. 
i Alon. Tho you are young, I question not your Bravery ; 
!ut I must beg to stay and see fair play, 
md offer you my Service when you've done. 

Hip. The Enemy appears, Sir, and since you are so 

ad, I beg you would retire behind those Trees; for if he see 
! s both, since he is single, he will suspect some treachery. 

Alon. You've reason, Sir, and I'll obey you. [Goes aside. 

Enter Antonio reading a Paper. 

/ do desire you to meet me in St. Peter's Grove^ with your 
'word in your Hand^ about an Hour hence ; you will guess 
ny Business^ when you know my name to be 


Alon. How's that? \_Aside. 

Ant. I wish't had been another Enemy, 
jiince from the Justice of his Cause I fear 


An ill success ; would I had seen Hippolyta, 

That e'er I dy'd I might have had her pardon. 

This Conscience 'tis ominous, 

But ne'er appears in any horrid shape, 

Till it approaches Death 

[Goesforward, sees Hippolyta, whojustles him in passing 
by ; he stops and looks. 

Hip. You seem, Sir, to be he whom I expect. 

Ant. I'm call'd Antonio, Sir 

Hip. And I Alonzo ; the rest we need not ask, 
For thou art well acquainted with my Injuries, 
And I with thy Perfidiousness. [Draws 

Ant. I know of none you have receiv'd from me, 
If on Hippolyta^s account you fight : 
She lov'd me, and believ'd ; and what dull Lover 
Would have refus'd a Maid so easily gain'd? 

Hip. Ah, Traytor, by how base a way 
Thou wouldst evade thy Fate ? 

Didst thou not know she was my Wife by promise ? 
Did not Marcel, Ambrosia, all consent 
To make her mine as soon as I arriv'd ? 

A Ion. Who the Devil's that young Bully that takes m 
Name, and my Concerns upon him ? [Asidt 

Hip. But why should I expect a Truth from thee, 
Who after so much time, so many Vows, 
So many Tears, Despairs and Sighs, at last 
Didst gain a Credit with this easy Fool, 
Then left her to her shames, and her despairs? Come, Sir 
Or I shall talk my self to calmness \_Asidt 

Ant. I'm ready, Sir, to justify the Deed. 

[They offer to fight, Alonzo steps fort] 

Alon. Hold ! hold ! fair Thief thatrob'st me of my Name 
And wouldst my Honour too ; [Puts her />; 

If thou hast wrong'd the fair Hippolyta, [To Antonk 
No Man but I has right to do her justice. 
Or you are both my Rivals tell me which, 

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r hich of you is it I must kill or both ? 
am Alonzo, who dares love Hippolyia? 
Hip. Let not your friendship, Sir, proceed so far, 
'o take my Name, to take my Quarrel on you. 

Alon. In this Dispute none's more concern'd than I, 
md I will keep my ground in such a cause, 
"ho all the Rivals that her Beauty makes me, 
''ere arm'd to take my Life away. 
Ant. Come, Sir, I care not which of you's Alonzo. 

{They go to fight, she holds Alonzo. 
Hip. This Gallantry's too much, brave Stranger. 
Intonio, hurt him not ; I am the wrong'd Alonzo, 
ind this a perfect Stranger to the business, 
r ho seeing me appear less Man than he, 
md unacquainted with my Deeds abroad, 
tn Bounty takes my Name and Quarrel on him. 

Alon. Take heed, young Man, and keep thy Virtue in, 
sst thus misguided it become a Crime. 
Jut thou, he says, hast wrong'd Hippolyta, \_To Antonio, 
md I am he must punish it. 

Hip. Sure it is he indeed 
"or such a Miracle my Brother render'd him, \_Aside. 
Hold, hold, thou Wonder of thy Sex [They fight. 

Alon. Stand by, I shall be angry with thee else, 
And that will be unsafe 

[As Alonzo fights with one Hand, he keeps her off 
with f other ; she presses still forward on Antonio 
with her Sword, indeavouring to keep back Alonzo. 

Enter to them Marcel. 

Mar. Sure I heard the Noise of Swords this way ! 


Hah, two against one! Courage, Sir. [_To Antonio. 

[They fight all four, Marcel with Hippolyta whom he 
wounds, and Alonzo with Antonio, who is disarmed. 
Hip. Good Heaven, how just thou art ! 

I x 


Mar. What, dost thou faint already ? Hah, the prettn 
talking Youth I saw but now ! 

[Runs to her, and holds her up 
Alas, how dost thou? 

Hip. Well, since thy Hand has wounded me 

Ant. My Life is yours, nor would I ask the Gift, 
But to repair my Injuries to Hippolyta. 

Alon. I give it thee [Gives him his Sword 

Mar. How, Antonio! 

What unkind Hand has rob'd me of the justice 
Of killing thee? 

Alon. His that was once thy Friend, Marcel. 

Mar. Oh ! dost thou know my Shame? [Turns away 

Alon. I know thou art false to Friendship, 
And therefore do demand mine back again, thou'st us'c 
it scurvily. 

Mar. Thou knowst too much to think I've injur'd thee 

Alon. Not injur'd me ! Who was it promis'd me Hip 
polyta ? 

Who his Alliance, and his Friendship too? 
And who has broke them all, but thou perfidious ? 
Come, 'tis Hippolyta that I demand. 

Mar. By this he should not know my Sister's Shame 

Oh, Sir, you must not have Hippolyta. 

Alon. How ! not have Hippolyta ! 
Tho every Step were guarded by a Brother, 
Tho she were circled round about with Rivals, 
Ye should not all have Power to keep her from me. 
Not have Hippolyta! 

'Sdeath, Sir, because I do not know my Birth, 
And cannot boast a little empty Title, 
I must not have Hippolyta. 
Now I will have her; and when you know I can, 
You shall petition me to marry her. 
And yet I will not do't. Come, Sir [Offers to fight. 

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Hip. Hold, hold, brave Man, or turn your Sword on me. 
am the unhappy Cause of all your Rage : 
Fis I, generous Alonzo, that can tell you 
Vhat he's asham'd to own, 
\.nd thou wilt blush to hear. 

Mar. Hippolyta ! thou wretched wicked Woman : 
Thus I reward thy Sins 

\_0ffers to kill her, Antonio steps between. 
Ant. Hold, Sir, and touch her not without my leave, 
>he is my Wife ; by sacred Vows my Wife. 

Alon. I understand no riddling ; but whoever thou be'st. 
Vlan or Woman, thou'rt worth our Care 
ohe faints come, let us bear her hence. 

\_She faints, Antonio kneeh to her. 
Ant. Oh stay, Hippolyta, and take me with thee, 
For I've no use of Life when thou art gone. \Weeps. 
Here, kill me, brave Marcel and yet you need not ; 
My own Remorse, and Grief will be sufficient. 

Mar. I credit thee, and leave thee to their Mercy. 
Hip. That Goodness, Sir, has call'd me back to Life, 
To pay my humble Thanks ; could you have Mercy too, 
To pardon me you might redeem my Soul. 

Mar. Some Pity I have yet, that may preserve thee 


Provided this Repentance be not feign'd. 
Ant. My Life, Sir, is Security for both. 
Mar. Doubt not, I'll take the Forfeit, Sir Come, 


Thy Father's House shall once again receive thee. 
Ant. Lean on my Arm, my dearest. 
Mar. Sir, by the way, I'll let you know her Story, 
And then perhaps you will not blame my Friendship. 
Alon. And in return, I'll give you back Clarinda 
And beg your Pardon for the Wound I gave you. 

[Exeunt, leading Hippolyta. 


SCENE I. A Garden. 

Enter Cleonte, Clarinda weeping, and Dormida and 

Cleo. Fear not, I'll use my Interest both with your 
Mother and my Father, to set your Heart at rest, 
Whose Pain I feel by something in my own. 

Clar. The Gods reward your Bounty, fair Clconte. 

Dor. I, I, Madam, I beseech you make our Peace with 
my good Lady her Mother, whatsoever becomes of the 
rest, for she'll e'en die with Grief [Weeps. 

She had but two fair Pledges of her Nuptial Bed. 
And both by cruel Fate are ravisht from her. 
Manuel a Child was lost, 

And this ; not holy Relicks were more strictly guarded, 
Till false Marcel betray 'd me to debauch her. [Weeps aloud. 

Cleo. Alas, had you a Brother once? [To Clarinda. 

Clar. Madam, I might have had : but he was lost e'er 
I was born. 

Cleo. Ah ! would my Silvio had been so. [Aside. 

By what strange Accident, Clarinda ? 

Dor. Madam, I can inform you best. 

[Puts herself between. 

Cleo. Do then, Dormida. 

Dor. Madam, you must know, my Lady Octavia, for 
that's her name, was in her Youth the very Flower of 
Beauty and Vertue : Oh such a Face and Shape ! had you 
but seen her And tho I say it, Madam, I thought my self 
too somebody then. 

Clar. Thou art tedious : Madam, 'tis true my Mother 
had the Reputation of both those Attractions, which gain'd 
her many Lovers : amongst the rest, Don Manuel^ and 
Don AlonzO) were most worthy her Esteem. 

Dor. Ay, Madam, Don Alonzo, there was a Man for 
you, so obliging and so bountiful Well, I'll give you 


rgument of both to me : for you must know I was a 
leauty then, and worth obliging. [Puts herself between. 
nd he was the Man my Lady lov'd, tho Don Manuel 
[ere the richer: but to my own Story 
Cleo. Forward, Clarinda. 
Clar. But as it most times happens, 
fe marry where our Parents like, not we ; 
[y Mother was dispos'd of to Don Manuel. 
Dor. Ay, Madam ; but had you seen Don Alonzo's Rage, 
id how my Lady took this Disappointment But I who 
very young, and very pretty, as I told you before 
Clar. Forbear, Madam ; 'tis true, 
Uonzo was so far transported, 
"hat oft he did attempt to kill my Father ; 
lut bravely tho, and still he was prevented : 
|>ut when at the Intreaties of my Mother, 
fhe King confin'd my Father, 
Uonzo then study'd a new Revenge ; 
j\.nd thinking that my Father's Life depended 
|Jpon a Son he had, scarce a Year old, 
ic did design to steal him ; and one Evening, 

r hen with the Nurse and Maid he took the Air, 
[This desperate Lover seiz'd the smiling Prize, 
r hich never since was heard of. 
Cleo. I guess the Grief the Parents must sustain. 
Dor. It almost caus'd their Deaths ; nor did kind Heaven 
(Supply them with another till long after, 
Unhappy this was born : 

i Which just her Father liv'd to see, and dy'd. \Weeps. 
Then she was Daughter, Son and Husband too, 
To her afflicted Mother : But as I told you, Madam, I 
'was then in my Prime 

Clar. Now, Madam, judge what her Despair must be, 
Who is depriv'd of all her Joys in me. \Weeps. 

Cleo. Frandsca, see who it is that knocks so hastily. 

[One knocks. 


Franc. Oh, Madam, 'tis Don Marcel leading a wounded 

Cleo. Oh my Fears, 'tis Silvio! 
Franc. 'Tis not Don Silvio. 

Enter Marcel, leading Hippoly ta wounded, followed by 
Alonzo and Pedro. 

Cleo. Alas, what Youth is this you lead all bleeding? 

Mar. One that deserves your Care ; where's my Father ? 

Cleo. Not yet return'd. 

Mar. 'Tis well ; and you, Sir, I must confine till I 
know how to satisfy my Honour, and that of my wrong'd 
Sister. [To Antonio. 

Ant. The holy Man will soon decide our Difference : 
Pray send for one, and reconcile us all. 

Kip. I fear, Antonio, still thou dost dissemble. 

Ant. So let me find Forgiveness when I die, 
If any fear of Death have wrought this change, 
But a pure Sense of all my Wrongs to thee, 
Knowing thy constant Love, and Virtue to me. 

Mar. I will secure your fear Francisca, send for Father 
Joseph to me, and conduct these Gentlemen to the Lodgings 
next the Garden. 

\_Exeunt Francisca, Antonio and Hippolyta. 

Alan. Prithee, Marcel, are thee and I awake, or do we 
dream? thou, that thou art in thy Father's House; and 
I, that I see those two fair Women there ? Pray, lovely 
Fugitive, how came you hither? [To Clarinda. 

Mar. I thought thou wert mistaken ; 
'Twas Silvio brought her hither, that false Man. 
But how came you to know her ? 

Alon. Know her ! 'slife, I question my Sense. 
Pray, Lady, are you Flesh and Blood? [To Cleonte. 

Cleo. Yes surely, Sir ; for 'twere pity you should have 
bestow'd your Heart on a Shadow, and I well remember 
you gave it one of us last Night. 


Alon. A Dream, a Dream ! but are you indeed the same 
|.ir Person, and is this the same House too? 

Cleo. I am afraid your Heart's not worth the keeping, 
[nee you took no better notice where you dispos'd of it. 

Alon. Faith, Madam, you wrong a poor Lover, who 
jas languish'd in search of it all this live-long day. 

Cleo. Brother, I beseech you, receive the innocent 
VJarinda, who, I fear, will have the greatest Cause of Com- 
laint against you. [To Marcel. Gives him to Clarinda. 

Alon. But pray, fair one, let you and I talk a little about 
lat same Heart you put me in mind of just now. 

[T0 Cleonte, with whom he seems to talk. 

Ped. Surely that's my old Mistress, Dormida ; twenty 
-ears has not made so great an Alteration in that ill-favour'd 
"ace of hers, but I can find a Lover there. 

[Goes to her, they seem to talk earnestly, and 
sometimes pleasantly, pointing to Clarinda. 

Mar. Enough, Clarinda : I'm too well convinc'd, 

r ould thou hadst still remain'd a Criminal, 
low how can I reward thy Faith and Love? 

Clar. I know, Marcel, it is not in thy Power, 
"hy faithless Story I'm acquainted with. 

Mar. Do not reproach me with my Shame, Clarinda. 
'Tis true, to gain thee to consent to my Desires, 
made an honourable Pretence of loving, 
'ardon a Lover all the ways he takes 
"o gain a Mistress so belov'd and fair. 
Jut I have since repented of that Sin, 
ind came last Night for thy Forgiveness too. 

Ped. This is News indeed ; 'tis fit I keep this Secret no 
longer from my Master. Don Manuel being dead, my 
Vow's expir'd. [Aside.] [Pedro goes to Alonzo. 

Clar. And do you mean no more to love me then ? 

Mar. In spite of me, above my Sense or Being. 

Clar. And yet you'll marry F fa via. 

Mar. Against my Will I must, or lose a Father. 


Clar. Then I must die, Marcel. 

Mar. Do not unman my Soul, it is too weak 
To bear the Weight of fair Clarinda's Tears. [Weeps. 

Alon. Why was this Secret kept from me so long? 

Fed. I was oblig'd by Vow, Sir, to Don Alonzo, my deac 
Master, not to restore you till Don Manuel" 1 * Death ; be 
lieving it a Happiness too great for his Rival, for so he was 
upon your Mother's score. 

Alon. Have I a Mother living? 

Ptd. Here in Madrid, Sir, and that fair Maid's youi 
Sister. [Pointing to Clarinda, 

Alon. I scarce can credit thee, but that I know thee 

Ped. To confirm that belief, Sir, here are the Writings ol 
twelve thousand Crowns a Year, left you by your Foster- 
Father the brave Alonzo, whose Name he gave you too. 

[Gives him Papers, he reads. 

Alon. I am convinc'd How now, Marcel, what all in 
Tears? why, who the Devil would love in earnest? 
Come, come, make me Judge between you. 

Mar. You'll soon decide it then, my Heart's ClarindtA 
But my forc'd Vows are given to another. 

Alon. Vows ! dost think the Gods regard the Vows oi 
Lovers? they are things made in necessity, and ought not 
to be kept, nor punish'd when broken ; if they were 
Heaven have mercy on me poor Sinner. 

Enter Ambrosio. 

Mar. My Father return'd ! 

[Bows, and goes to him, and then leads Alonzo to him. 
Sir, this is the gallant Man that was design'd to be youi 

Amb. And that you were not so, Sir, was my misfor 
tune only. 

Alon. I am glad to find it no slight to my Person, 
Or unknown Quality that depriv'd me of that Honour. 


Mar. To convince you of that, Alonzo, I know my 
lather will bestow this other Sister on you ; more fair and 
}oung, and equally as rich. [Ambrosio calls Marcel aside. 
Alon. How, his Sister ! Fool that I was, I could not 
jess at this ; and now have I been lying and swearing all 
u's while how much I Iqy'd her. Well, take one time with 
Lnother, a Man falls into more Danger by this amorous 
Rumour, than he gets good turns by it. 

Mar. Pardon me, Sir, I knew not you had design'd her 
:lsewhere Dear Alonzo, my Father 

Alon. Ay, Sir, I am much oblig'd to him. Oh Pox, 
rould I were well with Euphemia. 
Mar. I protest I could wish 

Alon. Ay, so could I, Sir, that you had made a better 
(Judgment of my Humour : All must out, I have no other 
/ay to avoid this Compliment else. Why look ye, Marcel 
-Your Sister is Pox, I am ill at Dissimulation, and 
therefore in plain Terms, I am to be married this very 
Evening to another. 
Mar. This was happy, and has sav'd me an Excuse. 

[ Aside. 

But are you in earnest, How is it possible, being so lately 
'come into Madrid ? 

Alon. Destiny, Destiny, Marcel, which there was no 
avoiding, tho I mist of Hippolyta. 
Mar. Who is it, prithee? 

Alon. A Woman I hope, of which indeed I would have 
been better assur'd ; but she was wilful. She's call'd 

Mar. Our next Neighbour, the Daughter of old Carlo. 
Alon. The same. 

Mar. Thou art happy to make so good a Progress in 
so short a time, but I am 

Alon. Not so miserable as you believe. Come, come, 
you shall marry Clarinda. 
Mar. 'Tis impossible. 


Alon. Where's the hindrance? 

Mar. Her want of Fortune ; that's enough, Friend. 

Alon. Stand by and expect the best [Goes to Ambrosio. 
Sir, I have an humble Suit to you. 

Amb. I shall be infinitely pleas'd you could ask me any 
thing in my Power ; but, Sir, this Daughter I had dispos'd 
of, before I knew you would have mist of Hippolyta. 

Alon. Luckier than I expected. [Aside. 

Sir, that was an Honour I could not merit, and am con 
tented with my Fate : But my Request is, that you would 
receive into your Family a Sister of mine, whom I would 
bestow on Don Marcel. 

Mar. Hah, what mean you, Sir? a Sister of yours? 

Alon. Yes, she will not be unwelcome This is she. 

Amb. This is the Daughter to Octavia Her Mother 
was a Lady whom once I did adore, and 'twas her fault she 
was not more happy with me, than with Don Manuel. 
Nor have I so wholly forgot that Flame, but I might be 
inclin'd to your Proposal : But, Sir, she wants a Fortune. 

Alon. That I'll supply. 

Mar. You supply, Sir? On what kind Score, I pray? 

Alon. That which you'll suffer without being jealous, 
When you shall know she is indeed my Sister. 

Clar. How ! this brave Man my Brother ? 

Alon. So they tell me, and that my Name is Manuel. 
Had you not such a Brother ? 

Dor. Oh ye Gods, is this the little Manuel? 

Ped. Yes, Dormida, and for a farther Proof see this. 
[ Opens his Master's Bosom and shews a Crucifix. 

Dor. This I remember well, it is Don Manuel: 
Pray let me look upon you : Just like my Lord 
Now may the Soul of Don Alonzo rest in Peace, 
For making so hopeful a Man of you. 

Alon. Amen. But, Sir, if you approve of my Sister, 
I'll make her as worthy of Marcel, as Flavia. 

Amb. I've lost the Hopes of her She's. not to be 
reconcil'd. [Aside. 


\larinda needs no more than to belong to you, 
| o make her valuable and I consent with Joy. 

\_Gives her to Marcel. 

Mar. And I with Joys unutterable take her. 
Alon. Pedro, there rests no more than that you wait on 
y Mother, and let her know all that has happen'd to my 
:lf and Sister, and that I'll pay my Duty to her e'er I sleep. 
Dor. The very Joy to find her Son again, will get my 
'ardon too : and then perhaps Pedro and I may renew 
ur old Amours. 

Alon. Sir, I have another Request to make. 
Amb. You must command, Sir. 

Alon. That is, that you will permit this fair Company to 
lonour me this Evening at my Father-in-law's, Don Carlo. 
Amb. How, has Don Carlo married the Lady Octavia ? 
Alon. No, Sir, but a worse matter than that, I am to 
irry his Daughter. 

Amb. Oh, Sir, Euphemia has too much Beauty and 
(Virtue to make you doubt your Happiness. 

Alon. Well, Sir, I must venture that. But your Com- 
>any I'll expect, the Ladies may clap on their Vizards, 
ind make a masquerading Night on't : tho such Freedoms 
re not very usual in Spain, we that have seen the World, 
lay absolve one another. 

Amb. My Garden joins to that of Don Carlo, and that 
iway we will wait on you, as soon as I have dispatcht a 
small Affair. 

Alon. Your humble servant, Sir. 

[Goes out ; Ambrosio the other way. 
Mar. Sister, go you and prepare my Father to receive 
Hippolyta, whilst I go see them married. 

[Exeunt Cleonte and Clarinda. 
[Marcel passing over the Garden, sees Silvio enter 

in Passion, followed by Francisca. 
Sih. Do not, Francisca do not blow my Flame, 
The Cure thou bring'st is much the greater Hell. 

[ Offers to go, but stops. 


Mar. Hah, Silvio! unseen I'll hear the Business. 

[Goes aside. 

Silv. I would fain shun thee, but this impious Weight 
Of Love upon my Soul hinders my flight : 
I'm fixt like conscious Guilt it keeps me here, 
And I am now insensible of Fear. 
Speak on, thou Messenger of sacred Love speak on. 
Franc. The fair Cleonte^ Sir, whose Soul's inflam'd 
No less than yours; tho with a virgin Modesty 
She would conceal it, pitying now your Pain, 
Has thro my Intercession 

Silv. Oh quickly speak ! What Happiness design'd me? 
Franc. To admit you, Sir, this Night into her Chamber. 
Mar. Death to my Soul ! What's this ? [Aside. 

Silv. Her Chamber ? is that all ? will that allay this Fever 
In my Blood ? No, no, Francisca, 
'Tis grown too high for amorous Parleys only ; 
Her Arms, her charming Bosom, and her Bed, 
Must now receive me ; or I die, Francisca. 

Franc. I mean no other, Sir ; why, can you think 
A Maid in love as much as you can be, 
Assisted with the silence of the Night, 
(Which veils her Blushes too) can say I dare not r 
Or if she do, she'll speak it faintly o'er, 
And even whilst she so denies will yield. 
Go, go prepare your self for this Encounter, 
And do not dally as you did to day, 
And fright your Pleasure with the Name of Sister 
Mar. Oh cursed Witch ! [Aside. 

Franc. What say you, Sir ? 
Silv. That Name has check'd my Joy 
And makes it strangely silent and imperfect. [ Walks away. 
Franc. Why do you go, before you answer me ? 

[Follows him into the Garden. 
Mar. I'll follow him, and kill them. 

[Comes out with a Dagger. 

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Ih, who would be allied unto a Woman, 

Nature's loose Handy- Work? the slight Imploys 

if all her wanton Hours? Oh, I could rave now 

bandon Sense and Nature. 

|ence, all considerate Thoughts, and in their Room, 

apply my Soul with Vengeance, that may prove 

Too great to be allay'd by Nature, or by Love. 

[Goes into the Garden after them. 

Enter again Silvio melancholy^ followed by Francisca. 

Franc. But will you lose this Opportunity, 
[er Lodgings too being so near your own ? 
Silv. Hell take her for her Wickedness. 
Ih that ten thousand Mountains stood between us, 
L nd Seas as vast and raging as her Lust, 
'hat we might never meet Oh perfect Woman ! 
find there is no Safety in thy Sex ; 
To trusting to thy Innocence : 
'hat being counterfeit, thy Beauty's gone, 
>ropt like a Rose o'er-blown ; 

left thee nothing but a wither'd Root, 
[That never more can bloom. 

Franc. Alas, I fear I have done ill in this. [Aside. 
Silv. I now should hate her : but there yet remains 
Something within, so strangely kind to her, 
'hat I'm resolv'd to give her one proof more, 
>f what I have vow'd her often ; yes, I'll kill her 
Franc. How, kill her, Sir ? Gods, what have I done ! 


Silv. Yes, can I let her live, and say I lov'd her? 
No, she shall tempt no more vain yielding Men. 

Franc. Consider, Sir, it is to save your Life she does it. 
Silv. My Life ! 
''Twere better she and I were buried 
Quick in one Grave, than she should fall to this, 
She has out-sinn'd even me in this Consent. 


Enter Marcel from amongst the Trees softly with his 
Dagger behind Silvio. 

Mar. Oh, here they are 

Franc. My Lord, defend your self, your are undo: 


Silv. Hah, Marcel! \_Drai , 

Franc. Help, help. 
Mar. Hell take thy Throat. 

Enter Ambrosio, Clarinda, Cleonte, and the rest of 
the House. 

Amb. Hold, Villain, hold. 
How dar'st thou thus rebel ungrateful Wretch r 

Mar. This cause, Sir, is so just, that when you hear , 
You'll curse me, that I let him live thus long: 
He loves my Sister, Sir ; and that leud Woman 
Repays his lustful Flame, and does this Evening 
Invite him to her Bed Oh, let me kill him. 

[Offers to go to hi , 

Amb. That he should love Cleonte I'll allow, 
And her returns too, whilst they are innocent. 

Mar. But, Sir, he does not love her as a Sister. 

Amb. If that be all his Crime, I still forgive him. 

Silv. Yes, Sir, 'tis true, I do adore my Sister, 
But am so far from that foul thing he nam'd, 
That could I think I had a secret Thought 
That tended that way, I would search it thus 

[Goes to stab hims \ 

Cleo. What mean you by this Desperation ? 

Silv. Oh, take away this Woman from my sight. 

[Pointing to Cleon . 
For she will finish what this has ill begun. 

[Holds his Dagger , 

Franc. Thus low, Sir, for you Mercy I must kneel 

Which yet I must despair of, when you know 


bw very very wicked I have been. [Weeps. 

t'eonte, Sir, is chaste as Angels are. 

! Silv. My Sister innocent ! how soon I do believe thee ! 

Franc. Yes, Sir, nor knows of that vile Message which 
wrought you. 

Silv. What Devil set thee on to tempt me then ? 

Franc. The worst of Devils, hopeless, raging Love ; 

nd you, my Lord, were the unhappy Object. 

Mar. Oh sinful Woman, what was thy Design ? 

Cleo. What means all this? \_Asidc. 

Franc. At least to have enjoy'd him once ; which done, 
j'hinking that it had been the fair Cleonte, 

would have made him hate her. 

Silv. Should all thy other Sins be unrepented, 
'he Piety of this Confession saves thee. 
ardon, Cleonte^ my rude Thoughts of thee, 

[Kneth, she takes him up. 
had design'd to have kill'd thee 
jfad not this Knowledge of thy Innocence 
.rriv'd before I'd seen thee next. 

ind, Sir, your Pardon too I humbly beg, [70 Ambrosio. 
Vith license to depart ; I cannot live 
V^here I must only see my beauteous Sister ; 
"hat Torment is too great to be supported, 
"hat still must last, and never hope a Cure. 

Amb. Since you are so resolv'd, I will unfold 
^. Secret to you, that perhaps may please you. 

Silv. Low at your Feet I do implore it, Sir. \_Kneeh. 

Amb. Your Quality forbids this Ceremony. 

[ Takes him up. 

Si/v. How, Sir ! 

Amb. Your Father was the mighty Favourite, the Count 
?0/ivarez ; your Mother, Spain's celebrated Beauty, Donna 
Margarita Spiniola, by whom your Father had two natural 
ions, Don Lovis de Harro, and your self Don Roderigo. 
Fhe Story of his Disgrace, you know, with all the World ; 


'twas then he being banisht from the Court, he left you 
my Care then very young. I receiv'd you as my own, a:i 
as more than such educated you, and as your Father oblis 
me to do, brought you always up about their Majestie 
for he hoped, if you had Beauty and Merits, you mig 
inherit part of that Glory he lost. 

Mar. This is wondrous. 

Amb. This Truth you had not known so soon, had y 
not made as great an Interest at Court as any Man 
young ever did, and if I had not acquitted my self in 
Points as became the Friend of so great and brave a Ms 
as Count d'Olivarez : the Fortune he left you was 
Millions of Crowns. 

Silv. Let me embrace your feet for this blest News 
Is not the fair Cleonte then my Sister ? 

Amb. No, Sir, but one whom long since I design'd yc 
Wife, if you are pleas'd to think her worthy of it. 


Silv. Without her, Sir, I do despise my Being ; 
And do receive her as a Blessing sent 
From Heaven to make my whole Life happy. 

Amb. What say you, Cleonte? 

Cleo. Sir, I must own a Joy greater than is fit for 
Virgin to express. 

Mar. Generous Don Roderigo y receive me as 
Friend, and pardon all the Fault you found in me 
Brother. [Embraces 

Silv. Be ever dear unto my Soul, Marcel. 

Mar. Now is the time to present Hippolyta and Anto 
to my Father, whilst his Humour is so good. And 
dear Brother, I must beg to join with us in so just a Cai 

Silv. You need not doubt my Power, and less my W 

Mar. Do you prepare him then, whilst I bring the 
in : for by this I know my Confessor has made them 01 

[Exit Marc 

Silv. Sir, I've a Suit to you. 

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Amb. You cannot ask what I can deny. 

Si/v. Hippolyta, Sir, is married to Antonio, 
J.nd humbly begs your Pardon for her past fault. 

Amb. Antonio and Hippolyta ! oh, name them not. 

Enter Antonio and Hippolyta, a Fryar, and Marcel. 

Mar. Pray, Sir, forgive them, your Honour being safe, 
ince Don Antonio has by marrying her, 
Lepair'd the Injury he did us all, 

r ithout which I had kill'd him. 

Amb. Thou art by Nature more severe than I, 
md if thou think'st our Honour satisfy'd, 
will endeavour to forget their Faults. 

Ant. We humbly thank you, Sir, and beg your Blessing, 
It least bestow it on Hippolyta ; 
'\>r she was ever chaste, and innocent, 
ind acted only what became her Duty ; 
ii'nce by a sacred Vow she was my Wife. 

Amb. How cam'st thou then to treat her so inhumanly ? 

Ant. In pure revenge to Don Marcel her Brother, 

r ho forc'd my Nature to a stubbornness, 

r hich whilst I did put on, I blush to own ; 
md still between Thoughts so unjust, and Action, 
fer Virtue would rise up and check my Soul, 

r hich still secur'd her Fame. 

Hip. And I have seen in midst of all thy Anger, 
'hou'st turn'd away, and chang'd thy Words to Sighs; 
)ropt now and then a Tear, as if asham'd, 
Jot of thy Injuries, but my little Merit. 

Amb. How weak and easy Nature makes me Rise, 
must forgive you both. 

e, Sir, I know you long to be secur'd 
)f what you say you love so much, Cleonte. 

Franc. But, Madam, have you fully pardon'd me ? 

Sih. We will all join in your behalf, Francisco. 

Cleo. I can forgive you, when you can repent. [Exeunt. 
I Y 


SCENE II. Carlo's House. 
Enter Olinda and Dorice. 

Olin. But is the Bride-Chamber drest up, and the Bee 
made as it ought to be ? 

Dor. As for the making, 'tis as it use to be, only thcj 
Velvet Furniture. 

Olin. As it use to be ? Oh ignorance ! I see these youm 
Wenches are not arriv'd yet to bare Imagination : Well 
I must order it my self, I see that. 

Dor. Why, Olinda, I hope they will not go just to Bee 
upon their marrying, without some signs of a Wedding, a: 
Fiddles, and Dancing, and so forth. 

Olin. Good Lord, what Joys you have found out for th< 
first Night of a young Bride and Bridegroom. Fiddles am 
Dancing, ha, ha, ha ! they'll be much merrier by them 
selves, than Fiddles and Dancing can make them, you Fool 

Enter Haunce and Gload. 

Bless me ! what is't I see ! [Stares on Haunce ! 

Hau. Why ! what the Devil means she ? look about me j 
Gload, and see what I have that's so terrible. 

Olin. Oh, I have no Power to stir, it is a Sprite. 

Hau. What does she mean now, Gload? 

Glo. She desires to be satisfy'd whether we be Flesh am . 
Blood, Sir, I believe. 

Hau. Do'st see nothing that's Devil-wise about me? 

Glo. No, indeed, Sir, not I. 

Hau. Why then the Wench is tippled, that's all, a smal 

Olin. O, in the name of Goodness, Sir, what are you 

Glo. Ay, Ay, Sir, 'tis that she desires to know. 

Olin. Who are you, Sir ? 

Hau. Why who should I be, but he that's to be you I 
Master anon ? 

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Glo. Yes, who should he be but Myn heer Haunce van 

L/? _ , 

Olin. What, did you come in at the Door.' 
; Hau. Yes, marry did I ; what, do you think I creep in 
jce a Lapland Witch through the Key-holes? 

Dor. Nay, nay, this cannot be the Bridegroom. 
i Olin. No, for 'tis but a moment since we left him, you 

low, in my Lady's Chamber. 
'Hau. Very drunk, by this good Light. 
1 Dor. And therefore it cannot be Myn heer Haunce. 
I Hau. What a Devil will you persuade me out of my 
l.hristian Name? . 

1 Olin. The Priest has yet scarce done his Office, who 
iiarrying him above to my Lady. 
Hau. Salerimente, here's brave doing, to marry me, 

id never give me notice ; or thou art damnable drunk, or 

ery mad. ? 

Glo. Yes, and I am married to you too, am 1 not < 

[To Olmda. 

Olin. You ? we know neither of you. 
Hau. Ha, ha, ha, here's a turn for you. 

Enter Carlo. 

Car. Why, Olinda, Dorice, Olinda, where be these mad 
}irls? 'tis almost Night, and nothing in Order. Why, 

yhat now ? Who's here ? 

Hau. So the old Man's possest too Why, what a Devil 
u,Sir? IGoes roughly to htm 

Car From whence come you, Sir? and what are you? 

Hau. Gload, let's be gone, for we shall be transmigrated 
nto some strange Shapes anon, for all the House is m- 
hanted. Who^am I, quoth ye? before I came you all 
:new me; and now you are very well acquainted wit 
Tie, you have forgot me. . 

Car. If you be my Son Haunce, how came you here 

Hau. If I be your Son Haunce, where should I 


Car. Above with your Wife, not below amongst th' 

Hau. What Wife ? what Wife ? Ha, ha, ha, do no 
provoke me, lest I take you a slap in the Face, I tell yoi 
that now. 

Car. Oh, I find by his Humour this is he, and I an 
finely cheated and abus'd. I'll up and know the Truth 

[Goes out 

Hau. And so will I. [Follows 

Glo. Why, but Mistress Olinda, you have not, indeed 
forgot me, have you ? 

Olin. For my Lover I have, but perhaps I may call yoi 
to mind, as my Servant hereafter. 

Glo. Since you are so proud and so fickle, you shall stan 
hereafter as a Cypher with me ; and I'll begin upon a ne\ 
Account with this pretty Maid : what say you forsooth 

Dor. I am willing enough to get a Husband as youn 
as I am. 

Glo. Why, that's well said, give your Hand upon th 

Bargain God-ha'-Mercy, with all my Heart, i'faith. [Go ii 

[Scene draws off, discovers a Chamber. Enter Alonzc 

Euphemia, and Lovis ; to them Carlo, Hauna 

and the rest. 

Car. Oh, I am cheated, undone, abus'd. 

Lov. How, Sir, and where ? 

[Haunce sees Alonzo drest like him, goes gazing abot 
him, and on himself, calling Gload to do the same. 

Car. Nay, I know not how, or where ; but so I am 
and when I find it, I'll turn you all out of Doors. Wh 
are you, Sir? quickly tell me. 

A Ion. If you be in such haste, take the shortest Accoun 
I am your Son. 

Car. I mean, Sir, what's your Name, and which of yo 
is Haunce van Ezel? 

Hau. Ay, which of us is Haunce van Ezel? tell us tha 
Sir; we shall handle ye i'faith now 


Alon. He, Sir, can best inform you. [Pointing to Haunce. 

Hau. Who, I ! I know no more than the great Turk, 

t I, which of us is me ; my Hat, my Feather, my Suit, 

d my Garniture all over, faith now ; and I believe this 

me, for I'll trust my Eyes before any other Sense about 

e. What say'st thou now, Gload? guess which of us is 

y own natural Master now if thou canst. 

Glo. Which, Sir ? why let me see let me see, 

[Turns them both about. 

es, I cannot tell, Sir. 

Car. Come, come, the Cheat is plain, and I'll not be 
bb'd off, therefore tell me who you are, Sir. [To Alonzo. 

Alon. One that was very unwilling to have put this 

rick upon you, if I could have persuaded Euphemia to 

ve been kind on any other Terms, but nothing would 

wn with her but Matrimony. 

Car. How long have you known her ? 

Alon. Faith, Sir, too long by at least an Hour. 

Car. I say again, what are you, Sir ? 

Alon. A Man I am, and they call me Alonzo. 

Car. How ! I hope not the great fighting Colonel whom 
ly Son serv'd as a Voluntier in Flanders. 

Alon. Even he, Sir. 

Car. Worse and worse, I shall grow mad, to think that 
i spite of all my Care, Euphemia should marry with so 
otorious a Man of War. 

Hau. How ! is thisyf/0z0, and am I cozen'd ? pray tell 
le truly, are you not me indeed ? 

Alon. All over, Sir, only the inside a little less Fool. 

Hau. So here's fine juggling are not you a rare Lady, 
ah? [To Euphemia; crys. 

Euph. I assure you, Sir, if this Man had not past for 
ou, I had never had him. 

Hau. Had him ! Oh, you are a flattering thing, I durst 
a' sworn you could no more ha' been without me, than 

Barber's Shop without a Fiddle, so I did : Oh, what a 


damnable Voyage have I back again without a Wife too 

[Crys agaiA 

Lov. If that be all, we'll get you one before you go 
that shall be my care. 

Hau. A Pox of your care : well, I will get my se 
most soundly drunk to Night, to be reveng'd of these tw; 
damnable Dons. Come, G!oad, let us about something i 
order to't. [Exit with Gloac 

Euph. Pray, Sir, be persuaded, he's worth your owninn 

Car. Tell not me of owning ; what Fortune has he; 

Lov. His Horse and Arms, the Favour of his Princ , 
and his Pay. 

Car. His Horse and Arms I wholly dislike, as Impl i 
ments of War ; and that same Princely Favour, as you c?| 
it, will buy no Lands ; and his Pay he shall have writ 
he can get it. 

Lov. But, Sir, his coming to Madrid was to take pc 
session of a Place the Prince has promis'd him. 

Car. Has promis'd him? what! I shall marry nl 
Daughter to the Promises of e'er a Prince in Christendo.\ 
shall I ? No, no ; Promises, quoth ye ? 

Alon. Well, Sir, will this satisfy you ? 

[Gives him a Parchmei 

Euph. If it should not, let us consider what next to c j 

Alon. No consideration, Euphemia ; not so much as th i i 
we are married, lest it lessen our Joys. 

Car. Twelve thousand Crowns a Year ! Sir, I cry y < 
mercy, and wish you joy with my Daughter. 

Lov. So his Courage will down with him now. 

Alon. To satisfy you farther, Sir, read this. 

[Gives him another Pap 

And now, Euphemia, prepare your self to receive soi 
gallant Friends of mine, whom you must be acquaint 
with, and who design to make a merry Night on't. 

Euph. A whole Night, Alonzo ? 

Alon. By no means, Euphemia, for the first too, whi 

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I 'the thoughts of its being part of my Duty do not hinder, 
j'ill be a pleasant enough to me. 

Car. So considerable an Office at Court too ! Let me 
! nbrace you, Sir ; and tell you how happy I am in so brave 

j Alon. With that assurance, Sir, I'll take a more than 
rdinary freedom with you, and teach Euphemia a franker 
/ay of living, than what a native Spaniard would have 
'llow'd her. 

Car. She shall be what sort of Wife you'll have her. 

Enter Servant , after a noise of Musick. 

A Ion. What Musick's that ? 

Serv. It waits upon some Ladies and Gentlemen who 
sk for you, Sir. 

Alon. Wait them in, they are those Friends of mine I 
)ld you of. \_He goes and brings them in. 

Inter Marcel and Clarinda, Silvio and Cleonte, Antonio 
and Hippolyta, Dormida and Francisca ; all salute . 

Inter Haunce and Gload in Masquerade to the Company, 
Olinda and Dorice masked. 

Hau. Well, the Devil's in't if we shall not appear 
ridiculous enough, hah, Gload? 

Glo. Ay, Sir, the more ridiculous the better. 

Hau. I was always of that mind. Ha, ha, Boys, who 

all these Dons and Donnas? Harkye, Lovis, I hope 
the Wife you promis'd me is amongst these fair Ladies, 
for so I guess they are both, fair and Ladies. 

Lov. You guess right, Sir. 

Alon. Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, command your 
Musick, and do what likes you best. 

Lov. Here's the Lady I recommend to you, take her, 
Sir, be thankful. [Gives him Olinda. 

Olin. This is the Fool that I am to manage. 


Dor. And this is my Lot. [Takes Gload 

[Musick plays, they all dance. 

Lov. There is within a young Father ready to join youil 
Hands: take this opportunity, and make sure of a Wife 1 ! 
Hau. I warrant you, Sir. 

[Exeunt Haunce, Olinda, Gload, and DoriceH 

Enter Pedro. 

Ped. Your Mother, Sir, whom I found more dead tharl 
living, for the loss of your Sister, was very near dying out-IJ 
right with Joy, to hear of your Arrival, and most impa-jj 
tiently expects you. 

Dorm. And are we all forgiven, Pedro f 

Ped. Yes, you and I are like to be Fellow-Servants to I 
gether again, Dormida. 

Dorm. And Fellow-Lovers too I hope, Pedro. 

Ped. The Devil's in't if Age have not allay'd Flames ok 
all sorts in thee ; but if you contribute to my allowance 

Dorm. Thou know'st I could never keep any thin;h 
from thee, Pedro. 

Alon. Come, Ladies, there is a small Banquet attend 
you in the next Room. 

Si/v. We'll wait on you, Sir. 

Enter Haunce, Gload, Olinda, and Dorice. 

Hau. Hold, hold, and give me Joy too, for I am marriec 
if she has not mistaken her Man again, and I my Womar 

Olin. No, you are the Man I look for, and I no Cheai 
having all about me that you look for too, but Money. 

[Discovers her selj 

Alon. How, Olinda I 

Olin. Yes, indeed, Sir, I serv'd my Lady first, and the 
thought it no Offence to take the Reward due to ths 

Hau. Here's a Spanish Trick for you now, to marry 
Wife, before one sees her. 

:. n] THE DUTCH LOVER 329 

Euph. What, Dorlce married too ? 

Dor. After your Example, Madam. 

Glo. Yes, indeed, forsooth, and I have made bold too 
fter the Example of my Master. 

Hau. Now do they all expect I should be dissatisfied ; 
it, Gentlemen, in sign and token that I am not, I'll have 
ie more meyy Frisk before we part, 'tis a witty Wench ; 
lith and troth, after a Month 'tis all one who's who; 
lerefore come on, Gload. \_They dance together. 

Alon. Monsieur Haunce, I see you are a Man of Gallantry, 
pome let us in, I know every Man here desires to make 
lis Night his own, and sacrifice it to Pleasure. 

The Ladles too in Blushes do confess. 
Equal Desires ; which yet they'll not confess. 
Theirs, tho less fierce, more constant will abide ; 
But ours less current grow the more they're trfd. 


USS 'em, and cry ''em down, 'tis all in vain, 
ncorrigible Scriblers can't abstain : 
3ut impudently i'th' old Sin engage ; 
n bo doomd before, nay banish' 'd from the Stage, 
'hi 1st sad Experience our Eyes convinces, 
^hat damnd their Plays which hangd the German Princess ; 
ind we with Ornament set off a Play, 
Ake her drest fine for Execution-day. 
Ind faith, I think, with as small hopes to live ; 
Inless kind Gallants the same Grace you'd give 
)ur Comedy as Her ; beg a Reprieve. 

l, what the other mist, let our Scribe get, \ 
Pardon, for she swears she's the less Cheat. 
She never guW d you Gallants of the Town 
Of Sum above four Shillings, or half a Crown. 


Nor does she^ as some late great Authors do y 
Bubble the Audience^ and the Players too. 
Her humble Muse soars not in the High-rode 
Of Wit transversty or Baudy A-la-mode ; 
Yet hopes her plain and easy Style is such^ 
As your high. Censures will disdain to touch. 
Let her low Sense creep safe from your Bravadoes^ 
Whilst Rotas and Cabals aim at Granadoes. 




IE historical state of affairs 1659-60 was briefly as follows: the 
lotectorate of Richard Cromwell expired 22 April, 1659. Hereupon 

.etwood and some other officers recalled the Long Parliament (Rump), 
!iich was constituted the ruling power of England, a select council of state 

ving the executive. Lambert, however, with other dissentients was ex- 
illed from Parliament, 12 October, 1659. He and his troops marched 

Newcastle ; but the soldiers deserted him for General Fairfax, who had 
Iclared for a free Parliament, and were garrisoned at York. Here Monk, 

tering England 2 January, 1660, joined them with his forces. Lambert, 
iprived of his followers, was obliged to return to London. His prompt 
rest by order of Parliament followed, and he, Sir Harry Vane and other 
'smbers of the Committee of Safety were placed in strict confinement. 
'\ 5 March Lambert was imprisoned in the Tower, whence he escaped 

10 April, only to be recaptured a fortnight later. There are vivid pictures 

Aubrey, Pepys, and other writers, of the wild enthusiasm at the fall of 
e Rump Parliament, with bonfires blazing, all the church bells ringing, 

d the populace of London carousing and pledging King Charles on their 
ices in the street. ' They made little gibbets and roasted rumps of mutton, 
ay, I saw some very good rumps of beef,' writes Aubrey, and Pepys is 

en more vivid in his tale than the good antiquary. 

King Charles landed at Dover, 26 May, amid universal rejoicings. 

Mrs. Behn has (quite legitimately) made considerable departures from 
rict historical fact and the sequence of events for her dramatic purposes. 

Lambert and Fleetwood are scheming for the supreme power, and both 
trigue with Lord Wariston, the chairman of the Committee of Safety, 
r his good word and influence. Lambert meantime fools Fleetwood by 
ittery and a feigned indifference. Lady Lambert, who is eagerly expecting 
;r husband to be proclaimed King, and is assuming the state and title of 
>yalty to the anger of Cromwell's widow, falls in love with a cavalier, 
oveless. Her friend, Lady Desbro', a thorough loyalist at heart, though 
edded to an old parliamentarian, has long been enamoured of Freeman, 
te cavalier's companion. Lambert surprises Loveless and Freeman with 
is wife and Lady Desbro', but Lady Lambert pretending they have come 
i petition her, abruptly dismisses them both and so assuages all suspicion, 
t a meeting of the Committee the two gallants are sent to prison for a 
>yal outburst on the part of Loveless. Ananias Goggle, a lay elder, who 
aving offered liberties to Lady Desbro' is in her power, is by her obliged 
) obtain her lover's release, and she at once holds an interview with him. 
'hey are interrupted by Desbro' himself, but Freeman is concealed and 
lakes an undiscovered exit behind the shelter of Goggle's flowing cloak. 

Loveless is brought to Lady Lambert at night. She endeavours to 
azzle him by showing the regalia richly set out and adorned with lights. 
le puts by, however, crown and sceptre and rebukes her overweening 
mbition. Suddenly the Committee, who have been drinking deep, burst 


in upon them dancing a riotous dance. Loveless is hurriedly cone ed 
under the coverlet of a couch, and Lady Lambert sits thereon seemim at 
her devotions. Her husband takes his place by her side, but rolls i as 
the gallant slips to the ground. The lights fall down and are extingui :d, 
the men fly howling and bawling 'A Plot ! A Plot !' in drunken ti jr. 
Lambert is cajoled and hectored into believing himself mistaken c ng 
to his potations. The ladies hold a council to correct and enquire ito 
women's wrongs, but on a sudden, news is brought that Lambert's folk trs 
have turned against him and that he is imprisoned in the Tower, he 
city rises against the Parliament and the Rump is dissolved. Loveles nd 
Freeman rescue Lady Lambert and Lady Desbro', whose old husban las 
fallen down dead with fright. The parliamentarians endeavour to e- je, 
but Wariston, Goggle, and Hewson -a leading member of the Commit M 
are detected and maltreated by the mob. As they are haled away to j on 
the people give themselves up to general merry-making and joy. 


THE purely political part of The Roundheads , or, The Good Old Caus vas 
founded by Mrs. Behn on John Tatham's The Rump , or, The Mirror the 
Late Times (410, 1660, 410, 1661, and again 1879 in his collected w :s,) 
which was produced on the eve of the Restoration, in February, 16 at 
the Private House, i.e. small theatre, in Dorset Court. The cor ny 
which played here had been brought together by William Beestoi jut 
singularly little is known of its brief career and only one name ha; :en 
recorded, that of George Jolly, the leading actor. Tatham was the ; aor 
of the Lord Mayor's pageants 1657-64. His plays, four in nu er, 
together with a rare entertainment, London's Glory (1660), have bee 'ell 
edited by Maidment and Logan. 

The Rump met with great success. It is certainly a brisk and nj 
piece, and coming at the juncture it did must have been extraord: 'ily 
effective. As a topical key-play reflecting the moment it is indeed adm Die, 
and the crescendo of overwhelming satire, all the keener for the poet' eep 
earnestness, culminating in the living actors, yesterday's lords am Iw 
givers, running to and fro the London streets, one bawling 'Ink 01 tns, 
ink or pens ! ', another 'Boots or shoes, boots or shoes to mend !', ; lird 
' Fine Seville oranges, fine lemons ! ', whilst Mrs. Cromwell exc ges 
Billingsgate with a crowd of jeering boys, must have caused the use 
absolutely to rock with merriment. 

With all its point and cleverness The Rump, however, from a tec jcal 
point of view, is ill-digested and rough. The scenes were evidently t iwn 
off hastily, and sadly lack refining and revision. Mrs. Behn has mz 
happiest use of rather unpromising material. The intrigues b< 
Loveless and Lady Lambert, who in Tatham is very woodeny and aw *rd, 
between Freeman and Lady Desbro', which give The Roundheads un (and 
dramatic point, are entirely her own invention. In the original /> 
neither cavaliers nor Lady Desbro' appear. Ananias Goggle als (the 
canting lay elder of Clements, with his subtle casuistry that jibs : Bje 
person not the office,' a dexterous character sketch, alive and aci mite 
owe to Mrs. Behn. 




Amongst the many plays, far too numerous even to catalogue, that scarify 

: puritans and their zealot tribe, The Cheats (1662), by Wilson, and Sir 

bert Howard's The Committee (1662), which long kept the stage, and, in 

lodified form, The Honest Thieves, was seen as late as the second half of the 

icteenth century, are pre-eminently the best. Both possess considerable 

|:rit and are worthy of the highest comic traditions of the theatre. 

(As might have been expected, the dissolution of the Rump Parliament 

loose a flood of political literature, squibs, satires and lampoons. Such 

>rks as The famous Tragedie of the Life and Death of Mrs. Rump . . . as it 

Hs presented on a burning stage at Westminster, the 2<)tA of May, 1660 (410, 

.60), are of course valueless save from a purely historical interest. A large 

!mber of songs and ballads were brought together and published in two 

l-ts, 1662, reprint 1874. This collection (The Rump), sometimes witty, 

'netimes angry, sometimes obscene, is weighty evidence of the loathing 

pired by the republicans and their misrule, but it is of so personal and 

>ical a nature that the allusions would hardly be understood by any one 

'10 had not made a very close and extended study of those critical months. 


\-e Roundheads; or, The Good Old Cause was produced at the Duke's 
'icatre in 1682. They were unsettled and hazardous times. The country 
';s convulsed by the judicial murders and horrors which followed in the 
'.in of the pseudo-Popish Plot engineered by the abominable Gates and 
'; accomplices. King and Parliament were at hopeless variance. The air 
Us charged with strife, internecine hatreds and unrest. In such an atmo- 
'lere and in such circumstances politics could not but make themselves 
1 enly felt upon the stage. The actors were indeed 'abstracts and brief 
ronicles of the time', and the theatre became a very Armageddon for the 
1 ets. As A Lenten Prologue refund by the Players (1682) puts it : 

'Plots and Parties give new matter birth 
And State distractions serve you here for mirth ! 

The Stage, like old Rump Pulpits, is become 
The scene of News, a furious Party's drum.' 

Produced on 4 December, 1682, Dryden and Lee's excellent Tragedy, 
><; Duke of Guise, which the Whigs vainly tried to suppress, created a 
rore. Crowne's City Politics (1683) is a crushing satire, caricaturing 
1 ites, Stephen College, old Sergeant Maynard and their faction with 
re skill. Southerne's Loyal Brother (1682), eulogizes the Duke of York ; 
e scope of D'Urfey's Sir Barnaby Whigg (1681), can be told by its title, 
deed the prologue says of the author: 

'That he shall know both parties now he glories, 
By hisses th' Whigs, and by their claps the Tories.' 

is Royalist (1682) follows in the same track. 

Even those plays which were entirely non-political are inevitably prefaced 
.th a mordant prologue or wound up by an epilogue that has party venom 
d mustard in its tail. 

33 6 


It would be surprising if so popular a writer as Mrs. Behn had not put 
political play on the stage at such a juncture, and we find her well to th 
fore with The Roundheads, which she followed up in the same year wit' 
The City Heiress, another openly topical comedy. 

The cast of The Roundheads is not given in any printed copy, and we hav 
no exact means of apportioning the characters, which must have entaile 
the whole comic strength of the house. It is known that Betterton largel 
refrained from appearing in political comedies, and no doubt Smith too) 
the part of Loveless, whilst Freeman would have fallen to Joseph Williams 
Nokes was certainly Lambert ; and Leigh, Wariston. Mrs. Leigh probabl 1 
played Lady Cromwell or Gilliflower ; Mrs. Barry, Lady Lambert ; and Mrs 
Currer, Lady Desbro'. The piece seems to have been very successful, am 
to have kept the stage at intervals for some twenty years. 

To the Right Noble 


Duke of Grafton, Earl of Button, Viscount of IpsivicA, Baron of Sudbury, 
Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter, and Colonel of his 
Majesties Regiment of Foot-Guards, &c. 

May it please Your Grace, 

Dedications which were Originally design'd, as a Tribute to the Reverence 
and just esteem we ought to pay the Great and Good ; are now so corrupted 
with Flattery, that they rarely either find a Reception in the World, or 
merit that Patronage they wou'd implore. But I without fear Approach 
the great Object, being above that mean and mercenary Art ; nor can I 
draw the Lovely Picture half so charming and so manly as it is ; and that 
Author may more properly boast of a Lucky Hitt, whose choice and Fortune 
is so good, than if he had pleas'd all the different ill Judging world besides 
in the business of the Play; for none that way, can ever hope to please all ; 
in an Age when Faction rages, and different Parties disagree in all things 
But coming the first day to a new Play with a Loyal Title, and then even 
the sober and tender conscienc'd, throng as to a forbidden Conventicle, 
fearing the Cub of their old Bear of Reformation should be expos' d, to be 
the scorn of the wicked, and dreading (tho' but the faint shadow of their 
own deformity) their Rebellion, Murders, Massacres and Villantes, from forty 
upwards, ahould be represented for the better undeceiving and informing of 
the World, flock in a full Assembly with a pious design to Hiss and Rail it 
as much out of countenance as they would Monarchy, Religion, Laws, and 
Honesty} throwing the Act of Oblivion in our Teeths, as if that (whose 
mercy cannot make them forget their old Rebellion) cou'd hinder honest 
Truths from breaking out upon 'em in Edifying Plays, where the Loyal 
hands ever out-do their venom'd Hiss ; a good and happy Omen, if Poets 
may be allow'd for Prophets as of old they were : and 'tis as easily seen at 
a new Play how the Royal Interest thrives, as at a City Election, how the 
Good Old Cause is carried on 5 as a Noble Peer lately said, Tho" the Tories 
have got the better of us at the Play, we carried it in the City by many Voices, 
God be praised ! 

This Play, call'd The Roundheads, which I humbly lay at your Graces 
feet, Pardon the Title, and Heaven defend you from the bloody Race, was 
carried in the House nemine contra dicente, by the Royal Party, and under 
your Grace's Illustrious Patronage is safe from any new Seditious affronts 
abroad ; Your Grace alone, whom Heaven and Nature has form'd the most 



adorable Person in the whole Creation, with all the advantages of a glorious 
Birth, has a double right and power to defend all that approach you for 
sanctuary ; your very Beauty is a Guard to all you daigne to make safe : 
for You were born for Conquest every way ; even what Pbanatick, what 
peevish Politician, testy with Age, Diseases, miscarried Plots, disappointed 
Revolutions, envious of Power, of Princes, and of Monarchy, and mad with 
Zeal for Change and Reformation, could yet be so far lost to sense of Pleasure, 
as not to turn a Rebel to Revenge the Good old Cause, and the patronage to 
Plebean sedition with only looking on you, 'twou'd force his meger face to 
blushing smiles, and make him swear he had mistook the side, curse his 
own Party, and if possible, be reconciled to Honesty again : such power 
have charms like Yours to calm the soul, and will in spight of You plead 
for me to the disaffected, even when they are at Wars with your Birth and 
Power. But this Play, for which I humbly beg your Grace's Protection, 
needs it in a more peculiar manner, it having drawn down Legions upon 
its head, for its Loyalty what, to Name us cries one, 'tis most abominable, 
unheard of daring cries another she deserves to be siving'd cries a third ; as if 
twere all a Libel, a Scandal impossible to be prov'd, or that their Rogueries 
were of so old a Date their Reign were past Remembrance or History ; when 
they take such zealous care to renew it daily to our memories : And I am 
satisfied, that they that will justifie the best of these Traytors, deserves the 
fate of the worst, and most manifestly declare to the World by it, they 
wou'd be at the Old Game their fore-Fathers play'd with so good success : 
yet if there be any honest loyal man allied to any here nam'd, I heartily beg 
his pardon for any offensive Truth I have spoken, and 'tis a wonderful 
thing that amongst go Numerous a Flock they will not allow of one mangy 
Sheep ; not one Rogue in the whole Generation of the Association. 
Ignoramus the 1st and the zd. 

But as they are I leave 'em to your Grace to Judge of 'em ; to whom I 
humbly present this small Mirror, of the late wretched Times : wherein 
your Grace may see something of the Miseries three the Most Glorious 
Kingdoms of the Universe were reduc'd to ; where your Royal Ancestors 
victoriously Reign'd for so many hundred years : How they were Govern'd, 
Parcell'd out, and deplorably inslav'd, and to what Low, Prostituted Lewd- 
ness they fell at last : where the Nobility and Gentry were the most 
contemn'd and despis'd part of them, and such Meane (and till then obscure) 
Villains Rul'd, and Tyranniz'd, that no Age, nor Time, or scarce a Parish 
Book makes mentions or cou'd show there was any such Name or Family. 
Yet these were those that impudently Tug'd for Empire, and Prophan'd 
that illustrious Throne and Court, so due then, and possest now (through 
the infinite Mercies of God to this bleeding Nation) by the best of Monarchs ; 


a Monarch, who had the divine goodness to Pardon even his worst of 
Enemies what was past ; Nay, out of his Vast and God-like Clemency, did 
more than Heaven it self can do, put it out of his Power by an Act of 
Oblivion, to punish the unparalell'd Injuries done His Sacred Person, and 
i the rest of the Royal Family : How great his Patience has been since, I 
leave to all the World to judge : but Heaven be prais'd, he has not yet 
forgot the Sufferings and Murders of the Glorious Martyr of ever Bles$ed 
memory, Your Graces Sacred Grandfather, and by what Arts and Ways 
that Devilish Plot was layed ! and will like a skilful Pilate, by the wreck 
of one Rich Vessel, learn how to shun the danger of this present Threatning 
and save the rest from sinking; The Clouds already begin to disappear, and 
the face of things to change, thanks to Heaven, his Majesties infinite 
Wisdom, and the Over-Zeal of the (falsly called) True Protestant Party: 
Now we may pray for the King and his Royal Brother, defend bis Cause, 
and assert his Right, without the fear of a taste of the Old Sequestration 
call'd a Fine; Guard the Illustrious Pair, good Heaven, from Hellish Plots, 
and all the Devilish Machinations of Factious Cruelties : and you, great Sir, 
(whose Merits have so Justly deserv'd that glorious Command so lately 
trusted to your Care, which Heaven increase, and make your glad Regiment 
Armies for our safety. May you become the great Example of Loyalty and 
Obedience, and stand a firm and unmoveable Pillar to Monarchy, a Noble 
Bullwark to Majesty; defend the Sacred Cause, imploy all that Youth, 
Courage, and Noble Conduct which God and Nature purposely has endued 
you with, to serve the Royal Interest : You, Sir, who are obliged by a 
double Duty to Love, Honour, and Obey his Majesty, both as a Father and 
a King ! O undissolvable Knot ! O Sacred Union ! what Duty, what Love, 
what Adoration can express or repay the Debt we owe the first, or the 
Allegiance due to the last, but where both meet in one, to make the Tye 
Eternal ; Oh what Counsel, what Love of Power, what fancied Dreams of 
Empire, what fickle Popularity can inspire the heart of Man, or any Noble 
mind, with Sacrilegious thoughts against it, can harbour or conceive a 
stubborn disobedience : Oh what Son can desert the Cause of an Indulgent 
Parent, what Subject, of such a Prince, without renouncing the Glory of 
his Birth, his Loyalty, and good Nature. 

Ah Royal lovely Youth ! beware of false Ambition ; wisely believe your 
Elevated Glory, (at least) more happy then a Kings, you share their Joys, 
their pleasures and magnificence, without the toils and business of a Monarch, 
their carefull days and restless thoughtfull nights ; know, you art blest with 
all that Heaven can give, or you can wish ; your Mind and Person such, so 
! excellent, that Love knows no fault it would wish to mend, nor Envy to 
increase ! blest with a Princess of such undisputable charming Beauty, as if 


Heaven, designing to take a peculiar care in all that concerns your Happi 
ness, had form'd her on purpose, to compleat it. 

Hail happy glorious Pair ! the perfect joy and pleasure of all that look on 
ye, for whom all Tongues and Hearts have Prayers and Blessings ; May 
you out-live Sedition, and see your Princely Race as Numerous as Beautifull, 
and those all great and Loyal Supporters of a long Race of Monarcbs of this 
Sacred Line. This shall be the perpetual wish, this the Eternal Prayer of 

Tour Graces most Humble, 

and most Obedient Servant, 




or, the Good Old Cause. 


Spoken by the Ghost of Hewson ascending from Hell 
dress'd as a Cobler. 

/ am the Ghost of him who was a true Son 

Of the late Good Old Cause, ycleped Hewson, 

Rons' d by strange Scandal from th' eternal Flame \ 

With noise of Plots, of wondrous Birth and Name, > 

Whilst the sly Jesuit robs us of our Fame. ) 

Can all their Conclave, tho with Hell th' agree, 

Act Mischief equal to Presbytery? 

Look back on our Success in Forty One, \ 

Were ever braver f^illanies carried on, 

Or new ones now more hopefully begun ? ) 

And shall our Unsuccess our Merit lose, 

And make us quit the Glory of our Cause? 

No, hire new Villains, Rogues without Remorse, 

And let no Law nor Conscience stop your Course ; 

Let Politicians order the Confusion, 

And let the Saints pay pious Contribution* 

Pay those that rail, and those that can delude 

With scribling Nonsense the loose Multitude. 

Pay well your Witnesses, they may not run 

To the right Side, and tell who set 'em on. 

Pay 'em so well, that they may ne'er recant, 

And so turn honest merely out of want. 

Pay Juries, that no formal Laws may harm us, 

Let Treason be secur'd by Ignoramus. 


Pay Bully Whig, who loyal Writers bang, 

And honest "Tories in Effigie hang : 

Pay those that burn the Pope to please the Fools, 

And daily pay Right Honourable Tools ; 

Pay all the Pulpit Knaves that Treason brew, 

And let the zealous Sisters pay 'em too ; 

Justices, bound by Oath and Obligation, 

Pay them the utmost Price of their Damnation, 

Not to disturb our useful Congregation. 

Nor let the Learned Rabble be forgot, 

Those pious Hands that crown our hopeful Plot. 

No, modern Statesmen cry, 'tis Lunacy 

To barter Treason with such Rogues as we. 

But subtiler Oliver did not disdain 

His mightier Politicks with ours to join. 

I for all Uses in a State was able, 

Cou'd Mutiny, cou'd fight, hold forth, and cobble. 

Tour lazy Statesman may sometimes direct, 

But your small busy Knaves the Treason act. 




Lord Fleetwood, ) Competitors for the Crown, but Lambert 
Lord Lambert, \ is General of the Army. 
Lord Wariston, Chairman of the Committee of Safety. 
Hewson, \ 

L- ' f 11 ^-Commanders, and Committee-men. 
Ducktngfcld, I 

Corbet, ) 

Lord Whitlock. 

Ananias Goggle, Lay Elder of Clement's Parish. 

A Rabble of the Sanctify'd Mobile. 

Corporal Right, an Oli-verian Commander, but honest, and a 

Cavalier in his Heart. 
Loveless, a Royalist, a Man of Honour, in love with Lady 

Freeman, his Friend, of the same Character, in love with 

Lady Desbro. 

Captain of the Prentices. 
Two Pages to Lady Lambert. 
Tom, Page to Lady Desbro. 
Page to Lady Fleet-wood. 
A Felt-maker. 
A Joyner. 
Two Clerks. 
Three Soldiers. 


Lady Lambert, in love with Loveless. 

Lady Desbro, in love with Freeman. 

Lady Flceftuood. 

Lady Cromwell. 

Gilliflo'wer, Lady Lambert's Old Woman. 

Several Ladies, for Redress of Grievances. 

Women Servants to Lady Lambert. 

Petitioners, Servants, Guards, Footmen, Fidlers, and a Band 
of Loyal City Apprentices. 



SCENE I. The Street. 
Enter three Soldiers, and Corporal Right. 

Cor. Ah, Rogue, the World runs finely round, the 
business is done. 

1 Sold. Done ! the Town's our own, my fine Rascal. 

2 Sold. We'll have Harlots by the Belly, Sirrah. 

i Sold. Those are Commodities I confess I wou'd fain 
be trucking for but no words of that, Boy. 

Cor. Stand, who goes there ? 

[ To them a Joyner and a Felt-maker. 

i Sold. Who are you for? hah ! 

Joy. Are for, Friend? we are for Gad and the Lord 

1 Sold. Fleetwood! knock 'em down, Fleetwood, that 
sniveling Thief? 

Felt. Why, Friends, who are ye for ? 

Cor. For ! who shou'd we be for, but Lambert, Noble 
Lambert ? Is this a time o'th' day to declare for Fleet-wood, 
with a Pox ? indeed, i'th' Morning 'twas a Question had 
like to have been decided with push a Pike. 

2 Sold. Dry blows wou'd ne'er ha' don't, some must 
have sweat Blood for't ; but 'tis now decided. 

Joy. Decided ! 
" 2 Sold. Yes, decided, Sir, without your Rule for't. 

Joy. Decided ! by whom, Sir ? by us the Free-born 
Subjects of England, by the Honourable Committee of 
Safety, or the Right Reverend City ? without which, Sir, 
I humbly conceive, your Declaration for Lambert is illegal, 
and against the Property of the People. 

2 Sold. Plain Lambert ; here's a saucy Dog of a Joyner ; 

sc. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 345 

Sirrah, get yc home, and mind your Trade, and save the 
Hangman a labour. 

Joy. Look ye, Friend, I fear no Hang-man in Christen 
dom ; for Conscience and Publick Good, for Liberty and 
Property, I dare as far as any Man. 

2 Sold. Liberty and Property, with a Pox, in the Mouth 
of a Joyner : you are a pretty Fellow to settle the Nation 
what says my Neighbour Felt-maker? 

Felt. Why, verily, I have a high respect for my hon 
ourable Lord Fleetwood) he is my intimate Friend ; and 
till I find his Party the weaker, I hope my Zeal will be 
strengthned for him. 

2 Sold. Zeal for Fleetwood! Zeal for a Halter, and that's 
your due : Why, what has he ever done for you ? Can he 
lead you out to Battle? Can he silence the very Cannon 
with his Eloquence alone? Can he talk or fight or 

Felt. But verily he can pay those that can, and that's 
as good and he can pray 

2 Sold. Let him pray, and we'll fight, and see whose 
business is done first ; we are for the General who carries 
Charms in every Syllable ; can act both the Soldier and 
the Courtier, at once expose his Breast to Dangers for our 
sakes and tell the rest of the pretended Slaves a fair Tale, 
but hang 'em sooner than trust 'em. 

1 Sold. Ay, ay, a Lambert^ a Lambert^ he has Courage, 
Fleet wood's an Ass to him. 

Felt. Hum here's Reason, Neighbour. [To the Joyner. 
Joy. That's all one, we do not act by Reason. 
Cor. Fleetwood' s a Coward. 

2 Sold. A Blockhead. 

1 Sold. A sniveling Fool ; a General in the Hangings, 
no better. 

Joy. What think you then of Vane? 

2 Sold. As of a Fool, that has dreamt of a new Religion, 
and is only fit to reign in the Fifth Monarchy he preaches 
so much up ? but no King in this Age. 


Felt. What of Has/trig? 

2 Sold. A Hangman for Haslerig. I cry, No, no, One 
and all, a Lambert, a Lambert ; he is our General, our 
Protector, our Keiser, our even what he pleases himself. 

1 Sold. Well, if he pleases himself, he pleases me. 

2 Sold. He's our Rising Sun, and we'll adore him, for 
the Speaker's Glory's set. 

Cor. At nought, Boys; how the Rogue look'd when 
his Coach was stop'd ! 

Joy. Under favour, what said the Speaker? 

2 Sold. What said he ? prithee, what cou'd he say that 
we wou'd admit for Reason ? Reason and our Bus'ness 
are two things : Our Will was Reason and Law too, and 
the Word of Command lodg'd in our Hilts : Cobbet and 
Duckenfield shew'd 'em Cockpit-Law. 

Cor. He understood not Soldier's Dialect ; the Language 
of the Sword puzzled his Understanding: the Keenness 
of which was too sharp for his Wit, and over-rul'd his 
Robes therefore he very mannerly kiss'd his Hand, and 
wheel'd about 

2 Sold. To the place from whence he came. 

Cor. And e'er long to the place of Execution. 

1 Sold. No, damn him, he'll have his Clergy. 

Joy. Why, is he such an Infidel to love the Clergy? 

Cor. For his Ends ; but come let's go drink the General's 
Health, Lambert; not Fleetwood, that Son of a Custard, 
always quaking. 

2 Sold. Ay, ay, Lambert I say besides, he's a Gen 

Felt. Come, come, Brother Soldier, let me tell you, I 
fear you have a Stewart in your Belly. 

Cor. I am sure you have a Rogue in your Heart, Sirrah, 
which a Man may perceive thro that sanctified Dog's Face 
of yours; and so get ye gone, ye Rascals, and delude the 
Rabble with your canting Politicks. [Every one beats ''em. 

Felt. Nay, an you be in Wrath, I'll leave you. 

,c. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 347 

Joy. No matter, Sir, I'll make you know I'm a Freeborn 

Subject, there's Law for the Righteous, Sir, there's Law. 

[Go out. 

Cor. There's Halters, ye Rogues 
2 Sold. Come, Lads, let's to the Tavern, and drink 
Success to Change ; I doubt not but to see 'em chop about, 
:ill it come to our great Hero again Come to the Tavern. 
[Going out, are met by Loveless and Freeman, who 

enter, and stay the Corporal. 
Cor. I'll follow ye, Comrade, presently. 

\_Ex. the rest of the Soldiers. 
Save ye, noble Colonel. 
Free. How is't, Corporal ? 

Cor. A brave World, Sir, full of Religion, Knavery, 
ind Change : we shall shortly see better Days. 
Free. I doubt it, Corporal. 

Cor. I'll warrant you, Sir, but have you had never a 
illet, no Present, nor Love-remembrance to day, from 
y good Lady Desbro? 

Free. None, and wonder at it. Hast thou not seen her 
.ge to day? 

Cor. Faith, Sir, I was imploy'd in Affairs of State, by 
ur Protector that shall be, and could not call. 

Free. Protector that shall be ! who's that, Lambert, or 
Fleetwood, or both ? 

Cor. I care not which, so it be a Change ; but I mean 
he General : but, Sir, my Lady Desbro is now at Morning- 
cture here hard by, with the Lady Lambert. 
Lov. Seeking the Lord for some great Mischief or other. 
Free. We have been there, but could get no opportunity 
f speaking to her Loveless, know this Fellow he's 
onest and true to the Hero, tho a Red-Coat. I trust him 
ith my Love, and have done with my Life. 
Lov. Love ! Thou canst never make me believe thou 
art earnestly in love with any of that damn'd Reformation. 
Free. Thou art a Fool ; where I find Youth and Beauty, 
I adore, let the Saint be true or false. 


Lov. 'Tis a Scandal to one of us to converse with 'em 
they are all sanctify 'd Jilts ; and there can neither be Credit 
nor Pleasure in keeping 'em company ; and 'twere enough 
to get the Scandal of an Adherer to their devilish Politicks, 
to be seen with 'em. 

Free. What, their Wives? 

Lov. Yes, their Wives. What seest thou in 'em but 
Hypocrisy ? Make love to 'em, they answer in Scripture. 

Free. Ay, and lie with you in Scripture too. Of all 
Whores, give me your zealous Whore ; I never heard a 
Woman talk much of Heaven, but she was much for the 
Creature too. What do'st think I had thee to the Meeting 

Lov. To hear a Rascal hold forth for Bodkins and 
Thimbles, Contribution, my beloved ! to carry on the good 
Cause, that is, Roguery, Rebellion, and Treason, profaning 
the sacred Majesty of Heaven, and our glorious Sovereign. 

Free. But were there not pretty Women there ? 

Lov. Damn 'em for sighing, groaning Hypocrites. 

Free. But there was one, whom that handsome Face 
and Shape of yours, gave more occasion for sighing, than 
any Mortification caus'd by the Cant of the Lay-Elder in 
the half Hogs-Head : Did'st thou not mind her? 

Lov. Not I, damn it, I was all Rage ; and hadst not 
thou restrain'd me, I had certainly pull'd that Rogue of a 
Holder forth by the Ears from his sanctify'd Tub. 'Sdeath. 
he hum'd and haw'd all my Patience away, nosed and 
snivel'd me to Madness. Heaven ! That thou shouldst 
suffer such Vermin to infect the Earth, such Wolves 
amongst thy Flocks, such Thieves and Robbers of all Laws 
of God and Man, in thy Holy Temples. I rave to think 
to what thou'rt fall'n, poor England! 

Free. But the she Saint 

Lov. No more ; were she as fair as Fancy could imagine, 
to see her there wou'd make me loath the Form ; she that 
can listen to the dull Nonsense, the bantering of such a 

sc. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 349 

Rogue, such an illiterate Rascal, must be a Fool, past sense 
of loving, Freeman. 

Free. Thou art mistaken. But,- didst thou mind her 
next the Pulpit? 

Lov. A Plague upon the whole Congregation : I minded 
nothing but how to fight the Lord's Battle with that 
damn'd sham Parson, whom I had a mind to beat. 

Free. My Lady Desbro is not of that Persuasion, but an 
errant Heroick in her Heart, and feigns it only to have 
:he better occasion to serve the Royal Party. I knew her, 
ind lov'd her before she married. 

Lov. She may chance then to be sav'd. 

Free. Come, I'll have thee bear up briskly to some one 
jf 'em, it may redeem thy Sequestration ; which, now thou 
;ee'st no hopes of compounding, puts thee out of Patience. 

Lov. Let 'em take it, and the Devil do 'em Good with 
I scorn it should be said I have a Foot of Land in this 
angrateful and accursed Island ; I'd rather beg where Laws 
ire obey'd, and Justice perform'd, than be powerful where 
Rogues and base-born Rascals rule the roast. 

Free. But suppose now, dear Love/ess, that one of the 
Wives of these Pageant Lords should fall in love with thee, 
md get thy Estate again, or pay the double for't? 

Lov. I wou'd refuse it. 

Free. And this for a little dissembl'd Love, a little 

Lov. Not a Night, by Heaven not an Hour no, not 
i single Kiss. I'd rather make love to an Incubus. 

Free. But suppose 'twere the new Protectress her self, 
he fine Lady Lambert? 

Lov. The greatest Devil of all ; damn her, do'st think 
'11 cuckold the Ghost of old Oliver ? 

Free. The better ; There's some Revenge in't ; do'st 
:now her ? 

Lov. Never saw her, nor care to do. 

Cor. Colonel, do you command me any thing? 


Free. Yes, I'll send thee with a Note Let's step into a 

Shop and write it ; Loveless, stay a moment, and I'll be with 

thee. \_Ex. Free, and Corporal. 

Enter L. Lambert, L. Desbro, Gilliflower, Pages with 
great Bibles, and Footmen. Loveless walks sullenly, 
not seeing y em. [L. Lambert's Train carried. 

L. Lam. O, I'm impatient to know his Name; ah. 
Desbro, he betray'd all my Devotion ; and when I woulc 
have pray'd, Heav'n knows it was to him, and for him only 

L. Des. What manner of Man was it ? 

L. Lam. I want Words to describe him ; not tall, noi 
short ; well made, and such a Face 
Love, Wit and Beauty revel'd in his Eyes ; 
From whence he shot a thousand winged Darts 
That pierc'd quite through my Soul. 

L. Des. Seem'd he a Gentleman ? 

L. Lam. A God ! altho his outside were but mean 
But he shone thro like Lightning from a Cloud, 
And shot more piercing Rays. 

L. Des. Staid he long ? 

L. Lam. No, methought he grew displeas'd with ou 


And seem'd to contradict the Parson with his angry Eyes 
A Friend he had too with him, young and handsom, 
Who seeing some Disorder in his Actions, got him away 
I had almost forgot all Decency, 
And started up to call him ; but my Quality, 
And wanting something to excuse that Fondness, 
Made me decline with very much ado. 

Gill. Heavens, Madam, I'll warrant they were Heroicke 

L. Lam. Heroicks ! 

Gill. Cavaliers, Madam, of the Royal Party. 

L. Des. They were so, I knew one of 'em. 

L,. Lam. Ah, Desbro, do'st thou? 
Ah, Heav'ns, that they should prove Heroicks ! 


L. Des. You might have known that by the Conquest ; 
never heard any one o't' other Party ever gain'd a Heart ; 
nd indeed, Madam, 'tis a just Revenge, our Husbands 
nake Slaves of them, and they kill all their Wives. 

[Lov. sees 'em y and starts. 

Lov. Hah, what have we here? Women faith, and 
landsome too I never saw a Form more excellent ; who 
'er they are, they seem of Quality. By Heav'n, I can- 
lot take my Eyes from her. [Pointing to L. Lamb. 

L. Lam. Ha, he's yonder, my Heart begins to fail, 
vly trembling Limbs refusing to support me 
iis Eyes seem fix'd on mine too ; ah, I faint 

[Leans on Des. 

Gill. My Lady's Coach, William quickly, she faints. 

Lov. Madam, can an unfortunate Stranger's aid add 
ny tiling to the recovery of so much Beauty? 

[ Bowing, and holding her. 

L. Lam. Ah, wou'd he knew how much ! [Aside. 

Gill. Support her, Sir, till her Ladyship's Coach comes 
I beseech ye. 

Lov. Not Atlas bore up Heaven with greater Pride. 

L. Lam. I beg your Pardon, Sir, for this Disorder, 
Fhat has occasion 'd you so great a Trouble 
ifou seem a Gentleman and consequently 
vlay need some Service done you; name the way, 
shall be glad to let you see my Gratitude. 

Lov. If there be ought in me, that merits this amazing 
favour from you, I owe my Thanks to Nature that 
;ndow'd me with something in my Face that spoke my 

L. Lam. Heaven ! How he looks and speaks 

[To Desbro, asdie. 

L. Des. Oh, these Heroicks, Madam, have the most 
.harming Tongues. 

L. Lam. Pray come to me and ask for any of my 
Officers, and you shall have admittance 


Lov. Who shall I ask for, Madam ? for I'm yet ignoran 
to whom I owe for this great Bounty. 

L. Lam. Not know me ! Thou art indeed a Strangerjj 
I thought I'd been so elevated above the common Crowd 
it had been visible to all Eyes who I was. 

Lov. Pardon my Ignorance. 

My Soul conceives ye all that Heaven can make ye, 
Of Great, of Fair and Excellent ; 
But cannot guess a Name to call you by 
But such as would displease ye 
My Heart begins to fail, and by her Vanity 
I fear she's one of the new Race of Quality : 
But be she Devil, I must love that Form. 

L. Lam. Hard Fate of Greatness, we so highly elevai 
Are more expos'd to Censure than the little ones, 
By being forc'd to speak our Passions first. 
Is my Coach ready ? 

Page. It waits your Honour. 

L. Lam. I give you leave to visit me ask for 
General's Lady, if my Title be not by that time alter'd 

Lov. Pistols and Daggers to my Heart 'tis so. 

L. Lam. Adieu, Sir. 

[Ex. all but Lov. who stands niusin ( 

Enter Freeman. 

Free. How now, what's the matter with thee ? 

Lov. Prithee wake me, Freeman. 

Free. Wake thee ! 

Lov. I dream ; by Heaven I dream ; 
Nay, yet the lovely Phantom's in my View. 
Oh ! wake me, or I sleep to perfect Madness. 

Free. What ail'st thou? what did'st dream of? 

Lov. A strange fantastick Charmer, 
A thing just like a Woman Friend ; 
It walkt and lookt with wondrous Majesty, 
Had Eyes that kill'd, and Graces deck'd her Face ; 

sc. n] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 353 

But when she talk'd, mad as the Winds she grew, 
Chimera in the form of Angel, Woman ! 

Free. Who the Devil meanest thou? 

Lov. By Heav'n I know not, but, as she vanish'd hence, 
she bad me come to the General's. 

Free. Why, this is she I told thee ey'd thee so at the 
Conventicle ; 'tis Lambert^ the renown'd, the famous Lady 
Lambert Mad call'st thou her ? 'tis her ill acted Greatness, 
thou mistak'st ; thou art not us'd to the Pageantry of these 
Women yet : they all run thus mad ; 'tis Greatness in 'em, 

Lov. And is thine thus, thy Lady Desbro ? 

Free. She's of another Cut, she married, as most do, 
for Interest but what thou't to her? 

Lov. If Lightning stop my way : 
Perhaps a sober View may make me hate her. [Exeunt both. 

SCENE II. A Chamber in Lambert's House. 
Enter Lambert and Whitlock. 

Whit. My Lord, now is your time, you may be King ; 
Fortune is yours, you've time it self by th' Fore-lock. 

Lam. If I thought so, I'd hold him fast, by Heaven. 

Whit. If you let slip this Opportunity, my Lord, you 
are undone Aut C<esar y aut Nullus. 

Lam. But Fleetwood 

Whit. Hang him, soft Head. 

Lam. True, he's of an easy Nature; yet if thou didst 
but know how little Wit governs this mighty Universe, 
thou wou'dst not wonder Men should set up him. 

Whit. That will not recommend him at this Juncto, 
tho he's an excellent Tool for your Lordship to make use 
of; and therefore use him, Sir, as Cataline did Lentulus ; 
drill the dull Fool with Hopes of Empire on, and that all 
tends to his Advancement only : The Blockhead will believe 
the Crown his own : What other Hopes could make him 


ruin Richard^ a Gentleman of Qualities a thousand times 
beyond him ? 

Lam. They were both too soft ; an ill Commendation for 
a General, who should be rough as Storms of War it self. 

Whit. His time was short, and yours is coming on; 
Old Oliver had his. 

Lam. I hate the Memory of that Tyrant Oliver. 

Whit. So do I, now he's dead, and serves my Ends no 
more. I lov'd the Father of the great Heroick, whilst he 
had Power to do me good : he failing, Reason directed 
me to the Party then prevailing, the Fag-end of the Parlia 
ment : 'tis true, I took the Oath of Allegiance, as Oliver, 
your Lordship, Tony, and the rest did, without which we 
could not have sat in that Parliament; but that Oath was 
not for our Advantage, and so better broke than kept. 

Lam. I am of your Opinion, my Lord. 

Whit. Let Honesty and Religion preach against it. 
But how cou'd I have serv'd the Commons by deserting the 
King ? how have I show'd my self loyal to your Interest, 
by fooling Fleetwood, in the deserting of Dick ; by dis 
solving the honest Parliament, and bringing in the odious 
Rump? how cou'd I have flatter'd Ireton, by telling him 
Providence broughtthingsabout, when 'twasmere Knavery 
all ; and that the Hand of the Lord was in't, when I knew 
the Devil was in't ? or indeed, how cou'd I now advise you 
to be King, if I had started at Oaths, or preferr'd Honesty 
or Divinity before Interest and the Good Old Cause? 

Lam. Nay, 'tis most certain, he that will live in this 
World, must be endu'd with the three rare Qualities of 
Dissimulation, Equivocation, and mental Reservation. 

Whit. In which Excellency, Heav'n be prais'd, we 
out-do the Jesuits. 

Enter Lady Lambert. 

L. Lam. I'm glad to see you so well employ'd, my Lord, 
as in Discourse with my Lord Whitlock, he's of our Party, 
and has Wit. 

sc. n] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 355 

Whit. Your Honour graces me too much. 

Lam. My Lord, my Lady is an absolute States-woman. 

L.Lam. Yes, I think things had notarriv'dtothisexalted 
height, nor had you been in prospect of a Crown, had not 
my Politicks exceeded your meaner Ambition. 

Lam. I confess, I owe all my good Fortune to thee. 

Enter Page. 

Page. My Lord, my Lord Warhton, Lord Hewson, 
Colonel Gobbet, and Colonel Duckenfield desire the Honour 
of waiting on you. 

L. Lam. This has a Face of Greatness let 'em wait 
a while i'th' Antichamber. 

Lam. My Love, I would have 'em come in. 

L. Lam. You wou'd have 'em ! you wou'd have a Fool's 
Head of your own ; pray let me be Judge of what their 
Duty is, and what your Glory : I say I'll have 'em wait. 

Page. My Lord Fleetwood too is just alighted, shall he 
wait too, Madam ? 

L. Lam. He may approach : and d'ye hear put on 
your fawning Looks, flatter him, and profess much Friend 
ship to him, you may betray him with the more facility. 

Whit. Madam, you counsel well. [Ex. Page. 

Page re-enters with Lord Fleetwood. 

Lam. My good Lord, your most submissive Servant. 

Whit. My gracious Lord, I am your Creature your 

Fleet. I profess ingeniously, I am much engag'd to you, 
my good Lords; I hope things are now in the Lard's 
handling, and will go on well for his Glory and my 
Interest, and that all my good People of England will do 
things that become good Christians. 

Whit. Doubt us not, my good Lord ; the Government 
cannot be put into abler Hands than those of your Lord 
ship ; it has hitherto been in the hard Clutches of Jews, 
Infideh, and Pagans. 


Fleet. Yea, verily, Abomination has been in the Hands) 
of Iniquity. 

Lam. But, my Lord, those Hands, by my good Con- 1 
duct, are now cut off, and our Ambition is, your Lordship | 
wou'd take the Government upon you. 

Fleet. I profess, my Lord, by yea and nay, I am asham'd 
of this Goodness, in making me the Instrument of saving! 
Grace to this Nation ; 'tis the great Work of the Lard. 

L. Lam. The Lard ! Sir, I'll assure you the Lard has 
the least Hand in your good Fortune ; I think you ought 
to ascribe it to the Cunning and Conduct of my Lord 
here, who so timely abandon'd the Interest of Richard. 

Fleet. Ingeniously I must own, your good Lord can do 
much, and has done much ; but 'tis our Method to ascribe 
all to the Powers above. 

L. Lam. Then I must tell you, your Method's an un 
grateful Method. 

Lam. Peace, my Love. 

Whit. Madam, this is the Cant we must delude the 
Rabble with. 

L. Lam. Then let him use it there, my Lord, not 
amongst us, who so well understand one another. 

Lam. Good Dear, be pacified and tell me, shall the 
Gentlemen without have Admittance? 

L. Lam. They may. [P a g e goes out. 

Enter Hewson, Desbro, Duckenfield, Wariston, 
and Cobbet. 

War. Guds Benizon light on yu, my gued Loor^s, for 
this Day's Work; Madam, I kiss your white Honds. 

Due. My Lord, I have not been behind-hand in this 
Day's turn of State. 

Lam. 'Tisconfess'd,Sir ; what would you infer from that? 

Due. Why, I wou'd know how things go; who shall 
be General, who Protector? 

Hews. My Friend has well translated his meaning. 

I sc. n] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 357 

L. Lam, Fy, how that filthy Cobler Lord betrays his 
I Function. 

Due. We're in a Chaos, a Confusion, as we are. 

Hews. Indeed the Commonwealth at present is out at 
I' Heels, and wants underlaying. 

Cob. And the People expect something suddenly from us. 

Whit. My Lords and Gentlemen, we must consider a 

War. Bread a gued there's mickle Wisdom i'that, Sirs. 

Due. It ought to be consulted betimes, my Lord, 'tis 
a matter of Moment, and ought to be consulted by the 
whole Committee. 

Lam. We design no other, my Lord, for which Reason 
at three a Clock we'll meet at Walllngford House. 

Due. Nay, my Lord, do but settle the Affair, let's but 
know who's our Head, and 'tis no matter. 

Hews. Ay, my Lord, no matter who ; I hope 'twill be 
Fleetwood, for I have the length of his Foot already. 

Whit. You are the leading Men, Gentlemen, your 
Voices will soon settle the Nation. 

Due. Well, my Lord, we'll not fail at three a Clock. 

Des. This falls out well for me; for I've Business in 
Smithfield) where my Horses stand ; and verily, now I think 
on't, the Rogue the Ostler has not given 'em Gates to day : 
Well, my Lords, farewel ; if I come not time enough to 
Walllngford House, keep me a Place in the Committee, 
and let my Voice stand for one, no matter who. 

War. A gued Mon I's warrant, and takes muckle Pains 
for the Gued o'th' Nation, and the Liberty o'th Mobily 
The Diel confound 'em aud. 

Lam. Come, my Lord W(iriston y you are a wise Man, 
what Government are you for. 

War. Ene tol what ya please, my gued Loord. 

[ Takes him aside. 

Lam. What think you of a single Person here in my 
Lord Fleet-wood? 


War. Marry, Sir, and he's a brave Mon, but gen I may 
cooncel, tak't for yar sel my gued Loord, ant be gued for 
him, 'tis ene gued for ya te. 

Lam. But above half the Nation are for him. 

War. Bread a gued, and I's for him then. 

Fleet. The Will of the Lard be done ; and since 'tis 
his Will, I cannot withstand my Fate ingeniously.' 

Whit. My Lord Warhton^ a Word What if Lambert 
were the Man ? [ Takes him aside. 

War. Right Sir, Wons and ya have spoken aud ; he's 
a brave Mon, a Mon indeed gen I's have any Judgment. 

Whit. So I find this Property's for any use. \Aside. 

Lam. My Lord, I perceive Heaven and Earth conspire 
to make you our Prince. 

Fleet. Ingeniously, my Lords, the Weight of three 
Kingdoms is a heavy Burden for so weak Parts as mine: 
therefore I will, before I appear at Council, go seek the Lard 
in this great Affair ; and if I receive a Revelation for it, I 
shall with all Humility espouse the Yoke, for the Good of 
his People and mine ; and so Gad with us, the Common 
wealth of England. \_Exeunt Fleet. Desbro, Wariston, 

Due. Cob. Hews, and Whit. 

L. Lam. Poor deluded Wretch, 'tis not yet come to that. 

Lam. No, my dear, the Voice will go clearly for me; 
what with Bribes to some, Hypocrisy and Pretence of 
Religion to others, and promis'd Preferments to the rest, 
I have engag'd 'em all. 

L. Lam. And will you be a King? 

Lam. You think that's so fine a thing but let me tell 
you, my Love v a King's a Slave to a Protector, a King's 
ty'd up to a thousand Rules of musty Law, which we can 
break at pleasure ; we can rule without Parliaments, at least 
chuse whom we please, make 'em agree to our Proposals, 
or set a Guard upon 'em, and starve 'em till they do. 

L. Lam. But their Votes are the strangest things that 
they must pass for Laws ; you were never voted King. 

ACT ii, sc. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 359 

Lam. No, nor care to be : The sharpest Sword's my 
1 Vote, my Law, my Title. They voted Dick should reign, 
where is he now ? They voted the great Heroicks from 
the Succession ; but had they Arms or Men, as I have, 
1 you shou'd soon see what wou'd become of their Votes 
No, my Love ! 'tis this must make me King. 

\_Hts Sword. 

Let Fleetwood and the Rump go seek the Lard, 
My Empire and my Trust is in my Sword. 


SCENE I. A Chamber of State in Lambert's House. 
Enter L. Lambert, Gilliflower, and Women-servants. 

L. Lam. Gilliflower^ has none been here to ask for any 
of my People, in order to his approach to me? 

Gill. None, Madam. 

L. Lam. Madam ! How dull thou art? wo't never learn 
to y,ive me a better Title than such an oneas foolish Custom 
bestows on every common Wench ? 

Gill. Pardon my Ignorance, Madam. 

L,. Lam. Again Madam? 

Gill. Really, Madam, I shou'd be glad to know by what 
other Title you wou'd be distinguish'd ? 

L. Lam. Abominable dull ! Do'st thou not know on 
what score my Dear is gone to Wallingford House? 

GUI. I cannot divine, Madam. 

L. Lam. Heaven help thy Ignorance ! he's gone to be 
made Protector, Fool, or at least a King, thou Creature; 
and from this Day I date my self her Highness. 

Gill. That will be very fine indeed, an't please your 

L. Lam. I think 'twill sute better with my Person and 
Beauty than with the other Woman what d'ye call her? 
Mrs. Cromwell my Shape and Gate my Humour, 


and my Youth have something more of Grandeur, have 
they not? 

Gill. Infinitely, an't please your Highness. 

Enter Page. 

Page. Madam, a Man without has the boldness to ask 
for your Honour. 

L. Lam. Honour, Fool ! 

Gill. Her Highness, Blockhead. 

Page. Saucily prest in, and struck the Porter for deny 
ing him entrance to your Highness. 

L,. Lam. What kind of Fellow was't? 

Page. A rude, rough, hectoring Swash, an't please your 
Highness; nay, and two or three times, Gad forgive me, 
he swore too. 

L. Lam. It must be he. [Aside. 

Page. His Habit was something bad and Cavalierish 
I believe 'twas some poor petitioning, begging Tory, who 
having been sequester'd, wou'd press your Highness for 
some Favour. 

L. Lam. Yes, it must be he ah, foolish Creature ! and 
can he hope Relief, and be a villanous Cavalier? out upon 
'em, poor Wretches you may admit him tho', for I long 
to hear how one of those things talk. 

Gill. Oh, most strangely, Madam an please your 
Highness, I shou'd say. 

Enter Loveless. 

L. Lam. 'Tis he, I'll swear, GilKflower, these Heroicks arc'I 
punctual men how now, your Bus'ness with us, Fellow ? 

Lov. My Bus'ness, Madam ? 

L. Lam. Hast thou ever a Petition to us? 

Lov. A Petition, Madam ? Sure this put-on Greatness 
is to amuse her Servants, or has she forgot that she invited 
me ? or indeed forgot me ? [Aside. 

L. Lam. What art thou ? 

sc. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 361 

Page. Shall we search his Breeches, an't please your 
Highness, for Pistol, or other Instruments ? 

L. Lam. No, Boy, we fear him not, they say the Powers 
above protect the Persons of Princes. [Walks away. 

Lov. Sure she's mad, yet she walks loose about, 
And she has Charms even in her raving Fit. 

L. Lam. Answer me. What art thou ? 
How shall I get my Servants hence with Honour? [Aside. 

Lov. A Gentleman 

That could have boasted Birth and Fortune too, 
Till these accursed Times, which Heaven confound, 
Razing out all Nobility, all Virtue, 
Has render'd me the rubbish of the World ; 
Whilst new rais'd Rascals, Canters, Robbers, Rebels, 
Do lord it o'er the Free-born, Brave and Noble. 

L. Lam. You're very confident, know you to whom you 
speak ? but I suppose you have lost your Estate, or some 
such trivial thing, which makes you angry. 

Lov. Yes, a trivial Estate of some five and twenty 
hundred Pound a Year : but I hope to see that Rogue of a 
Lord reduc'd to his Cobler's-Stall again, or more deserv'dly 
hang'd, that has it. 

L. Lam. I thought 'twas some such Grievance but 
you must keep a good Tongue in your Head, lest you be 
hang'd for Scandalum Magnatum there's Law for ye, Sir. 

Lov. No matter, then I shall be free from a damn'd 
Commonwealth, as you are pleas'd to call it, when indeed 
'tis but a mungrel, mangy, Mock-Monarchy. 

L. Lam. Is it your business, Sir, to rail ? 

Lov. You rais'd the Devil, Madam. 

Page. Madam, shall I call your Highness's Guards, and 
secure the Traitor? 

L. Lam. No, that you may see how little I regard or 
fear him ; leave us all [Ex. all but Gill. 

We'll trust our Person in his Hands alone 
Now, Sir Your Bus'ness? [Smilingly approaches him. 


Lov. Madam, I waited here by your Commands. 

L. Lam. How shall I tell him that I love him, GilllJJower? 

Gill. Easily, Madam, tell him so in plain English. 
Madam, 'tis great ; Women of your exalted height ever 
speak first ; you have no Equals dare pretend to speak of 
Love to you. 

L,.Lam. Thou art i'th' right Do'stknow my Quality, 
and thy own Poverty ? And hast thou nothing to ask that 
I may grant? 

Lov. Sure she loves me ! and I, frail Flesh and Blood, 
Cannot resist her Charms ; but she's of the damn'd Party. 


L. Lam. Are all your Party, Sir, so proud ? 

Lov. But what have I to do with Religion ! Is Beauty the 
worse, or a kind Wench to be refus'd for Conventickling? 
She lives high on the Spoils of a glorious Kingdom, and 
why may not I live upon the Sins of the Spoiler ? [Aside. 

L. Lam. Sir you are poor ! 

Lov. So is my Prince ; a Plague on the occasion. 

L. Lam. I think you are no Fool too. 

Lov. I wou'd I were, then I had been a Knave, had 
thriv'd, and possibly by this time had been tugging for 
rifled Crowns and Kingdoms. 

L. Lam. This Satir ill befits my present Bus'ness with 
you you want some Necessaries as Clothes, and 
Linen too ; and 'tis great pity so proper a Man shou'd want 
Necessaries. Gilliflower take my Cabinet Key, and fetch 
the Purse of Broad-pieces that lies in the lower Drawer; 
'tis a small Present, Sir, but 'tis an Earnest of my farther 
Service. [Gill, goes out and returns with a Purse. 

Lov. I'm angry, that I find one Grain of Generosity 
in this whole Race of Hypocrites. [Aside. 

L. Lam. Here, Sir, 'tis only for your present use; for 
Clothes three hundred Pieces ; let me see you sweet 

Lov. Stark mad, by this good Day. 

L. Lam. Ah, Gilliflower! How prettily those Cavalier 


jthings charm ; I wonder how the Powers above came to 
give them all the Wit, Softness, and Gallantry whilst 
all the great ones of our Age have the most slovenly, un 
grateful, dull Behaviour; no Air, no Wit, no Love, nor 
any thing to please a Lady with. 

Gill. Truly, Madam, there's a great Difference in the 
'Men ; yet Heaven at first did its part, but the Devil has 
since so over-done his, that what with the Vizor of Sanctity, 
(which is the gadly Sneer, the drawing of the Face to a 
prodigious length, the formal Language, with a certain 
Twang through the Nose, and the pious Gogle, they are 
fitter to scare Children than beget love in Ladies. 

Lov. You hit the Character of your new Saint. 

L. Lam. And then their Dress, Gilliflower. 

Gil. Oh ! 'Tis an Abomination to look like a Gentle 
man ; long Hair is wicked and cavalierish, a Periwig is flat 
Popery, the Disguise of the Whore of Babylon ; handsom 
Clothes, or lac'd Linen, the very Tempter himself, that 
debauches all their Wives and Daughters; therefore the 
diminutive Band, with the Hair of the Reformation Cut, 
beneath which a pair of large sanctify'd Souses appear, to 
declare to the World they had hitherto escap'd the Pillory, 
tho deserv'd it as well as Pryn. 

L. Lam. Have a care what you say, Gilliflower. 

Gill. Why, Madam, we have no Informers here. 
Enter Page. 

Page. Madam, here's Old Noll's Wife desires Admit 
tance to your Hon your Highness. 

L. Lam. Bid the poor Creature wait without, I'll do 
her what Good I can for her Husband's sake, who first 
infus'd Politicks into me, by which I may boast I have 
climb'd to Empire. 

Lov. So, her Madness runs in that Vein I see. [Aside. 

Gil. Alack, Madam, I think she's coming. 

Crom. [without] Does she keep State in the Devil's 
Name, and must I wait ? 


L. Lam. Heavens ! I shall be scandalized by the Godly. 
Dear Gillijiower, conceal my Cavalier ; I would not have 
a Cavalier seen with me for all the World Step into my 
Cabinet. [Ex. Gil. and Lov. 

Enter L. Cromwel, held back by a Man to them 

Crom. Unhand me, Villain 'twas not long since a 
Rudeness, Sir, like this had forfeited thy Head. 

L. Lam. What wou'd the Woman ? 

Crom. The Knave, the perjur'd Villain thy Husband, 
by th' Throat : thou proud, imperious Baggage, to make 
me wait ; whose Train thou hast been proud to bear how 
durst thou, after an Affront like this, trust thy false Face 
within my Fingers reach ? that Face, that first bewitch'd 
the best of Husbands from me, and tempted him to sin. 

Gil. I beseech your Highness retire, the Woman's mad. 

Crom. Highness in the Devil's Name, sure 'tis not come 
to that ; no, I may live to see thy Cuckold hang'd first, 
his Politicks are yet too shallow, Mistress. Heavens ! Did 
my Husband make him Lord for this r raise him to Honour, 
Trusts, Commands, and Counsels, 
To ruin all our Royal Family, 
Betray young Richard, who had reign'd in Peace 
But for his Perjuries and Knaveries; 
And now he sooths my Son-in-law, soft Fleet-wood, 
With empty hopes of Pow'r, and all the while 
To make himself a King : 
No, Minion, no ; I yet may live to see 
Thy Husband's Head o'th' top of Westminster, 
Before I see it circled in a Crown. 

L. Lam. I pity the poor Creature. 

Crom. Ungrateful Traytor as he is, 
Not to look back upon his Benefactors; 
But he, in lieu of making just Returns, 
Reviles our Family, profanes our Name, 


Knd will in time render it far more odious 
[Than ever Needham made the great Heroicks. 

L. Lam. Alas, it weeps, poor Woman ! 
j Crom. Thou ly'st, false Strumpet, I scorn to shed a Tear, 
Kor ought that thou canst do or say to me ; 
I've too much of my Husband's Spirit in me. 
l)h, my dear Richard^ hadst thou had a Grain on't, 
[Thou and thy Mother ne'er had fall'n to this. 

Gil. His Father sure was seeking of the Lard when he 
vas got. 

Enter L. Fleet wood, her Train born up. 

Crom. Where is this perjur'd Slave, thy Wittal Lord? 
Pares he not shew his Face, his guilty Face, 
pefore the Person he has thus betray'd? 

L. Fleet. Madam, I hope you mistake my honour'd Lord 
)Lambert, I believe he designs the Throne for my dear Lord. 

Crom. Fond Girl, because he has the Art of fawning, 
Dissembling to the height, can sooth and smile, 
Profess, and sometimes weep : 
No, he'll betray him, as he did thy Brother; 
Richard the Fourth was thus deluded by him. 
No, let him swear and promise what he will, 
They are but steps to his own ambitious End ; 
\.nd only makes the Fool, thy credulous Husband, 
\\ silly deluded Property. 

Enter Fleetwood. 

Fleet. My honour'd Mother, I am glad to find you here ; 
hope we shall reconcile things between ye. Verily we 
hould live in Brotherly Love together ; come, ingeniously, 
rou shall be Friends, my Lady Mother. 

Crom. Curse on th' occasion of thy being a Kin to me. 
Fleet. Why, an please ye, forsooth, Madam ? 
Crom. My Daughter had a Husband, 
vVorthy the Title of my Son-in-Law ; 
yreton, my best of Sons : he'd Wit and Courage, 


And with his Counsels, rais'd our House to Honours, 
Which thy impolitick Easiness pulls down : 
And whilst you should be gaining Crowns and Kingdoms, 
Art poorly couzening of the World with fruitless Prayers. 

Fleet. Nay, I'll warrant you, Madam, when there is any 
gadly Mischief to be done, I am as forward as the best; 
but 'tis good to take the Lard along with us in every thing. 
I profess ingeniously, as I am an honest Man, verily 
ne'er stir 
I shall act as becomes a good Christian. 

Crom. A good Coxcomb. 

Do'st thou not see her reverend Highness there, 
That Minion now assumes that glorious Title 
I once, and my Son Richard's Wife enjoy'd, 
Whilst I am call'd the Night-mare of the Commonwealth? 
But wou'd I were, I'd so hag-ride the perjur'd Slaves, 
Who took so many Oaths of true Allegiance 
To my great Husband first, then to Richard 
Who, whilst they reign'd, were most illustrious, 
Most high and mighty Princes; whilst fawning Poets 
Write Panegyricks on 'em ; and yet no sooner was 
The wondrous Hero dead, but all his glorious 
Titles fell to Monster of Mankind, Murderer 
Of Piety, Traytor to Heaven and Goodness. 

Fleet. Who calls him so ? Pray take their Names down: 
I profess ingeniously, forsooth, Madam, verily I'll ordei 
'em, as I am here I will. 

Crom. Thou, alas ! they scorn so poor a thing as thou 

Fleet. Do they ingeniously? I'll be even with 'em, for 
sooth, Mother, as I am here I will, and there's an end on't 

Crom. I wou'd there were an end of our Disgrace anc 


Which is but just begun, I fear. 
What will become of that fair Monument 
Thy careful Father did erect for thee, [70 L. Fleetwood 
Yet whilst he liv'd, next to thy Husband Ireton, 


est none shou'd do it for thee after he were dead ; 
The Malice of proud Lambert will destroy all. 

Fleet. I profess, Madam, you mistake my good Lord 
Lambert, he's an honest Man, and fears the Lard ; he tells 
ne I am to be the Man ; verily he does, after all's done. 

Crom. Yes, after all's done, thou art the Man to be 
jointed at. 

Fleet. Nay, ingeniously, I scorn the Words, so I do : I 
:now the great Work of Salvation to the Nation is to be 
vrought by me, verily. 

Crom. Do, cant on, till Heaven drop Kingdoms in thy 
tlouth : Dull, silly Sot, thou Ruin of our Interest; thou 
bnd, incorrigible, easy Fool. 

Enter Page. 

Page. My Lord, the Committee of Safety waits your 

Fleet. Why, law you now, forsooth I profess verily, 
ou are ingeniously the hardest of Belief tell the Honour- 
.ble Lords I'm coming : Go, Lady-mother, go home with 
ny Wife ; and verily you'll see things go to your wish 
must to Coach. 

L. Fleet. Madam, your humble Servant. [To La. Lam. 
Fleet. Honour'd Lady, I kiss your Hands. 

[Exeunt Crom. Fleet, and L. Fleet. 

Enter Loveless. 

Lov. Was this the thing that is to be Protector? 
This little sniveling Fellow rule three Kingdoms? 
3ut leave we Politicks, and fall to Love, 
vVho deals more Joys in one kind happy moment 
Than Ages of dull Empire can produce. 

L. Lam. Oh Gods ! shall I who never yielded yet, 
3ut to him to whom three Kingdoms fell a Sacrifice, 
iurrender at first Parley ? 

Lov. Perhaps that Lover made ye gayer Presents, 
3ut coif d not render you a Heart all Love, 


Or Mind embyass'd in Affairs of Blood. 

I bring no Guilt to fright you from my Embraces, 

But all our Hours shall be serene and soft. 

L. Lam. Ah, Gi Hi flower , thy Aid, or I am lost ; 
Shall it be said of me in after Ages, 
When my Fame amongst Queens shall be recorded, 
That I, ah Heavens ! regardless of my Country's Cause, 
Espous'd the wicked Party of its Enemies, 
The Heathenish Heroicks? ah, defend me! 

Lov. Nay by all that's 

L. Lam. Ah, hold ! Do not profane my Ears with Oath? 
or Execrations, I cannot bear the Sound. 

Lov. Nay, nay by Heav'n I'll not depart your Lodgings 
till that soft Love that plays so in your Eyes give me i 
better Proof by 

L. Lam. Oh hold, I die, if you proceed in this Abom 

Lov. Why do you force me to't ? d'ye think to put me of 
with such a Face such Lips such Smiles such Eyes 
and every Charm You've made me mad, and I shal 
swear my Soul away, if disappointed now. 

Gil. Ah,savetheGentleman'sSoul, I beseech ye, Madam 

L. Lam. I'm much inclin'd to Acts of Piety 
And you have such a Power, that howe'er I incommodi 
my Honour [Leaning on him^ smiling. He goes t 

lead her out, Enter La. Desbro 
Desbro here ! How unseasonably she comes? 

L. Des. Cry mercy, Madam, I'll withdraw a while. 

L. Lam. Ah, Desbro! thou art come in the most luck^ 
Minute I was just on the point of falling As thoi 
say'st, these Heroicks have the strangest Power 

L. Des. I never knew a Woman cou'd resist 'em. 

L. Lam. No marvel then, our Husbands use 'em sc 
betray 'em, banish 'em, sequester, murder 'em, and ever 
way disarm 'em 

L, Des. But their Eyes, Madam. 

sc. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 369 

L. Lam. Ay, their Eyes, Desbro ; I wonder our Lords 
shou'd take away their Swords, and let 'em wear their Eyes. 

L. Des. I'll move it to the Committee of Safety, Madam, 
those Weapons should be taken from 'em too. 

L. Lam. Still they'll have some to be reveng'd on us. 

L. Des. Ay, so they will will ; My Lord says, a Cavalier 
is a kind of Hydra, knock him o'th' Head as often as you 
will, he has still one to peep up withal. 

Enter Page. 

Page. Madam, here's Mr. Freeman to speak with your 

Lov. That's a Friend of mine, Madam, and 'twou'd be 
unnecessary he saw your Highness and I together : let us 

L. Lam. Withdraw ! why, what will Desbro say ? 

L. Des. O Madam, I know your Virtue and your Piety 
too well to suspect your Honour wrongfully : 'tis impos 
sible a Lady that goes to a Conventicle twice a Day, besides 
long Prayers and loud Psalm-singing, shou'd do any thing 
with an Heroick against her Honour. Your known Sanctity 
preserves you from Scandal But here's Freeman 

[Puts 'em in. 
Enter Freeman. 

Free. So, Madam you are very kind 

L. Des. My charming Freeman, this tedious Day of 
Absence has been an Age in love. How hast thou liv'd 
without me r 

Free. Like one condemn'd, sad and disconsolate, 
And all the while you made your Husband happy. 

L. Des. Name not the Beastly Hypocrite, thou know'st 
I made no other use of him, 
But a dull Property to advance our Love. 

Free. And 'tis but Justice, Maria, he sequester'd me 
of my whole Estate, because, he said, I took up Arms in 
Ireland, on Noble Ormond's Side; nay, hir'd Rogues, 
I B B 


perjur'd Villains Witnesses with a Pox, to swear it too ; 
when at that time I was but Eight Years Old ; but I escap'd 
as well as all the Gentry and Nobility of England. To 
add to this, he takes my Mistress too. 

L.Des. You mistake, my lovely Freeman; I married 
only thy Estate, the best Composition I cou'd make for 
thee, and I will pay it back with Interest too. 

Free. You wou'd suspect my Love then, and swear 
that all the Adoration I pay you, were, as we do to 
Heav'n, for Interest only. 

L. Des. How you mistake my Love, but do so still, so 
you will let me give these Proofs of it. [Gives him Gold. 

Free. Thus, like Atlante^ you drop Gold in my Pursuit 
To Love, I may not over-take you : 
What's this to giving me one happy minute ? 
Take back your Gold, and give me current Love, 
The Treasure of your Heart, not of your Purse 
When shall we meet, Maria ? 

L. Des. You know my leisure Hours are when my 
Honourable Lord is busied in Affairs of State, or at his 
Prayers; from which long-winded Exercise I have of late 
withdrawn my self: three Hours by the Clock he prays ex 
temporary, which is, for National and Household Blessings: 
For the first 'tis to confound the Interest of the King, 
that the Lard wou'd deliver him, his Friends, Adherers 
and Allies, wheresoever scatter'd about the Face of the 
whole Earth, into the Clutches of the Righteous : Press 
'em, good Lard, even as the Vintager doth the Grape in 
the Wine-Press, till the Waters and gliding Channels are 
made red with the Blood of the Wicked. [/ a Tone. 

Free. And grant the Faithful to be mighty, and to be 
strong in Persecution ; and more especially, ah ! I beseech 
thee confound that malignant Tory Freeman that he 
may never rise up in judgment against thy Servant, whc 
has taken from him his Estate, his Sustenance and Bread : 
give him Grace of thy infinite Mercy, to hang himself, il 

sc. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 371 

thy People can find ho zealous Witnesses to swear him to 
the Gallows legally. Ah, we have done very much for 
thee, Lard, thou shoud'st consider us thy Flock, and we 
shou'd be as good to thee in another thing. [In a Tone. 

L. Des. Thou hit'st the zealous Twang right ; sure 
ithou hast been acquainted with some of 'em. 

Free. Damn 'em, no ; what honest Man wou'd keep 
'em Company, where harmless Wit and Mirth's a Sin, 
laughing scandalous, and a merry Glass Abomination ? 

L. Des. Yes, if you drink Healths, my wicked Brother : 
otherwise, to be silently drunk, to be as abusive and satirical 
as you please, upon the Heroicks, isallowable for laughing, 
'tis not indeed so well ; but the precise Sneer and Grin is 
lawful ; no swearing indeed, but lying and dissimulation 
in abundance. I'll assure you, they drink as deep, and 
entertain themselves as well with this silent way of leud 
Debauchery, as you with all your Wit and Mirth, your 
Healths of the Royal Family. 

Free. Nay, I confess, 'tis a great Pleasure to cheat the 

L. Des. 'Tis Power, as divine Hobbes calls it. 

Free. But what's all this to Love ? Where shall we meet 
anon ? 

L. Des. I'll tell you, what will please you as well Your 
Friend is within with her Highness that shall be, if the 
Devil and her Husband's Politicks agree about the matter. 

Free. Ha, has my cautious Railermanag'd matters so slyly? 

L. Des. No, no, the matter was manag'd to his Hand ; 
you see how Heav'n brings things about, for the Good of 
your Party ; this Business will be worth to him at least a 
thousand Pound a year, or two, well manag'd But see, 
my Lady's Woman. 

Gil. Oh, Madam, my Lord 

[Running cross the Stage into her Lady's Chamber. 

Free. Death, how shall I bring my Friend off? he'll 
certainly be ruin'd. 


Enter Gill. Lov. and Lady Lam. 

Gill. Madam, he's coming up. 

Lov. Madam, for my self I care not, but am much con- 
cern'd for you. \L. Lam. takes two Papers out of her Pocket, 

and gives 'em to Lov. and Free. 

L. Lam. Here take these two Petitions, each of you one 
Poor Fellows you may be gone, your Petitions will 
not be granted. 

Enter Lambert. 

Lam. How now, my Dear, what Petitions ? Friends, 
what's your Bus'ness ? 

L. Lam. 'Tis enough we know their Business, Love, 
we are sufficient to dispatch such Suiters, I hope. 

Lam. Pardon me, my Dear, I thought no harm ; but 
I saw you frown, and that made me concern'd. 

L. Lam. Frown ! 'Twou'd make any Body frown, to 
hear the Impudence of Gentlemen, these Cavaliers 
wou'd you think it, my Dear, if this Fellow has not 
the Impudence to petition for the Thirds of his Estate 
again, so justly taken from him for bearing Arms for the 
Man ? 

L. Des. Nay, I'm inform'd, that they, but two Nights 
ago, in a Tavern, drunk a Health to the Man too. 

Lam. How durst you, Sirrah, approach my Lady with 
any such saucy Address? you have receiv'd our Answer. 

Lov. Death, I have scarce Patience. [Aside. 

Free. We knew, my Lord, the Influence your Ladies 
have over you, and Women are more tender and compas 
sionate naturally than Men ; and, Sir, 'tis hard for Gentlemen 
to starve. 

L. Lam. Have you not able Limbs ? can ye not work ? 

Lov. Persons of our Education work ! 

Lam. Starve or beg then. 

L. Lam. Education ! why, I'll warrant there was that 
young Creature they call the Duke of Glocester, was as 

sc. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 373 

well educated as any Lad in the Parish ; and yet you see 
he should have been bound Prentice to a Handy-Crafts 
Trade, but that our Lords could not spare Money to bind 
him out, and so they sent him to beg beyond Sea. 

Lov. Death, I shall do Mischief: not all the Joy she 
gave me but now, can atone for this Blasphemy against 
the Royal Youth. [Aside. 

Free. Patience Well, my Lord, we find you are 
obdurate, and we'll withdraw. 

Lam. Do so : And if you dare presume to trouble us 
any more, I'll have you whip'd, d'ye hear. 

L. Des. Madam, I'll take my leave of your Ladyship. 
[Ex. Lov. Free, and L. Des. 

L. Lam. My Lord, 'twas I that ought to threaten 'em 
but you're so forward still what makes you from the 
Committee ? 

Lam. I left some Papers behind. 

L. Lam. And they'll make use of your Absence to set 
up Fleetwood King. 

Lam. I'll warrant ye, my Dear. 

L. Lam. You'll warrant ! you are a Fool, and a Cox 
comb ; I see I must go my self, there will be no Bus'ness 
done till I thunder 'em together : They want Old Oliver 
amongst 'em, his Arbitrary Nod cou'd make ye all tremble; 
when he wanted Power or Money, he need but cock in 
Parliament, and lay his Hand upon his Sword, and cry, I 
must have Money, and had it, or kick'd ye all out of 
Doors : And you are all mealy mouth'd, you cannot cock 
for a Kingdom. 

Lam. I'll warrant ye, Dear, I can do as good a thing 
for a Kingdom. 

L. Lam. You can do nothing as you shou'd do't : You 
want Old Oliver's Brains, Old Oliver's Courage, and Old 
Oliver's Counsel : Ah, what a politick Fellow was little 
Sir Anthony! What a Head-piece was there! What a 
plaguy Fellow Old Thurlo, and the rest ! But get ye back, 


and return me Protector at least, or never hope for Peace 

Lam. My Soul, trouble not thy self, go in 

With mine no Power can equal be. 

And I will be a King to humour thee. [Exeunt. 


SCENE I. A Council-Chamber, great Table, Chairs, 
and Papers. 

Enter two Clerks, who lay Papers in Order, and Doorkeeper. 

Door. Come, haste, haste, the Lords are coming keep 
back there, room for the Lords, room for the honourable 
Lords: Heav'n bless your Worships Honours. 

Enter Lambert, Fleetwood, Whitlock, Wariston, dis 
coursing earnestly ; to them Duckenfield, Cobbet, 
Hewson, Desbro, and others ; Duck, takes Wariston 
by the Hand, and talks to him. 

War. Bread a gued, Gentlemen, I's serv'd the Common 
wealth long and faithfully ; I's turn'd and turn'd to aud 
Interest and aud Religions that turn'd up Trump, and 
wons a me, but I's get naught but Bagery by my Sol ; I's 
noo put in for a Pansion as well as rest o ya Loones. 

Cob. What we can serve you in, my Lord, you may 

Due. And I too, my Lord, when the Government is 
new moulded. 

War. Wons, Sirs, and I's sa moold it, 'twas ne'er sa 
moolded sen the Dam boon'd the Head on't. 

Due. I know there are some ambitious Persons that 
are for a single Person ; but we'll have hot Work e'er we 
yield to that. 

War. The faud Diel take 'em then for Archibald ; 'tis 
warse than Monarchy. 

Due. A thousand times : have we with such Industry 


en pulling down Kings of the Royal Family, to set up 
"yrants of our own, of mean and obscure Birth ? No, if 
re're for a single Person, I'm for a lawful one. 
War. Wons and ya have spoken aud, my Lord, so am I. 
Due. But Lambert has a busy, haughty Spirit, and thinks 
to carry it; but we'll have no single Person. 

War. Nor I, ods Bread ; the faud Diel brest the Wem 
sf Lambert, or any single Person in England. I's for yare 
iterest, my gued Lords. [Bowing. 

Lam. My Lord Warhton, will you please to assume the 

Enter Loveless, Freeman, and others with Petitions. 

War. Ah, my gued Loord, I's yare most obedient 
umble Servant. [Bowing to Lam. all set. 

All. Hum, hum. 

Fleet. My Lords and Gentlemen, we are here met to- 

ther in the Name of the Lard 

Due. Yea, and I hope we shall hang together as one 

an A Pox upon your Preaching. [Aside. 

Fleet. And hope this Day's great Work will be for 
>his Praise and Glory. 

*Duc. 'Bating long Graces, my Lord, we are met together 
for the Bus'ness of the Nation, to settle it, and to establish 
a Government. 

Fleet. Yea, verily : and I hope you will all unanimously 
agree, it shall be your unworthy Servant. 

Lam. What else, my Lord. 

Fleet. And as thou, Lard, hast put the Sword into my 

Due. So put it into your Heart my Lord, to do Justice. 

Fleet. Amen. 

Due. I'd rather see it there than in your Hand [Aside. 

Fleet. For we are, as it were, a Body without a Head ; 
or, to speak more learnedly, an Animal inanimate. 

Hew. My Lord, let us use, as little as we can, the 


Language of the Beast, hard Words ; none of your Elo 
quence, it savoureth of Monarchy. 

Lam. My Lord, you must give Men of Quality lea 
to speak in a Language more gentile and courtly than t 
ordinary sort of Mankind. 

Hew. My Lord, I am sorry to hear there are any 
Quality among this honourable Dissembly. [Stands 

Cob. Assembly, my Lord 

Hew. Well, you know my meaning ; or if there be 
any such, I'm sorry they should own themselves of Quality. 

Due. How ! own themselves Gentlemen ! Death, Sir, 
d'ye think we were all born Coblers? 

Hew. Or if you were not, the more the pity, for little 
England r , I say. [/ a 

Fleet. Verily, my Lords, Brethren should not fall out, it 
a Scandal to the good Cause, and maketh the wicked rejoice. 

War. Wons, and theys garr the loosey Proverb on't te, 
when loons gang together by th" 1 luggs, gued men get their erie. 

All. He, he, he. 

Due. He calls you Knaves by Craft, my Lords. 

War. Bread a gued, take't among ye, Gentlemen, I's 
ment weel. 

Fleet. I profess, my Lord Wariston^ you make my Hair 
stand an end to hear how you swear. 

War. Wons, my Loord, I's swear as little as your 
Lordship, only I's swear out, and ye swallow aud. 

Due. There's a Bone for you to pick, my Lord. 

All. He, he, he. 

Lam. We give my Lord Wanston leave to jest. 

Des. But what's this to the Government all this while ? 
A dad I shall sit so late, I shall have no time to visit my 
Horses, therefore proceed to the Point. 

Hew. Ay, to the Point, my Lords ; the Gentleman that 
spoke last spoke well. 

Cob. Well said, Brother, I see you will in time speak 


Due. But to the Government, my Lords ! 

[Beats the Table. 

Lam. Put 'em off of this Discourse, my Lord. 

[Aside to War. 

Des. My Lord Wariston y move it, you are Speaker. 

War. The Diel a me, Sirs, and noo ya talk of a Speaker, 
I's tell ye a blithe Tale. 

Fleet. Ingeniously, my Lord, you are to blame to swear so. 

Lam. Your Story, my Lord. 

War. By my Sol, mon, and there war a poor Woman 
the other Day, begg'd o'th' Carle the Speaker, but he'd 
give her nought unless she'd let a Feart ; wons at last a 
Feart she lat. Ay marry, quotli the Woman, noo my 
Rump has a Speaker te. 

All. He, he, he. 

Due. But to our Bus'ness 

Des. Bus'ness ; ay, there's the thing, I've a World on't. 
I shou'd go and bespeak a Pair of Mittins and Shears for 
my Hedger and Shearer, a pair of Cards for my Thrasher, 
a Scythe for my Mower, and a Screen-Fan for my Lady- 
Wife, and many other things; my Head's full of Bus'ness. 
I cannot stay 

Whit. Fy, my Lord, will you neglect the bus'ness of the 
Day ? We meet to oblige the Nation, and gratify our 

Des. Nay, I'll do any thing, so I may rise time enough 
to see my Horses at Night. 

Lov. Damn 'em, what stuff's here for a Council-Table ? 

Free. Where are our English Spirits, that can be govern'd 
by such Dogs as these ? 

La m. Clerk, read the Heads of what past at our last sitting. 

War. In the first place, I must mind your Lordships 
tol consider those that have been gued Members in the 

Fleet. We shall not be backward to gratify any that 
have serv'd the Commonwealth. 


Whit. There's Money enough ; we have taxt the 
Nation high. 

Due. Yes, if we knew where to find it : however, read. 

Clerk reads.] To Walter Walton, Draper, six thousand , 
nine hundred twenty nine Pounds six Shillings and five 
Pence, for Blacks for his Highness's Funeral. 

Lam. For the Devil's ; put it down for Oliver Cromwell < 
Funeral : We'll have no Record rise up in Judgment for 
such a Villain. 

Lov. How live Asses kick the dead Lion ! [Aside. 

Due. Hark ye, my Lords, we sit here to reward Services 
done to the Commonwealth ; let us consider whether this 
be a Service to the Commonwealth or not? 

Lam. However, we will give him Paper for't. 

Hews. Ay, let him get his Money when he can. 

Lam. Paper's not so dear, and the Clerk's Pains will 
be rewarded. 

War. Right, my gued Lord, 'sbred, that Cromwelv/as 
th' faudest limmer Loon that ever cam into lour Country, 
the faud Diel has tane him by th' Luggs for robbing our 
Houses and Land. 

Fleet. No swearing, my Lord. 

War. Weel, weel, my Loord, Fs larne to profess and 
lee as weel as best on ya. 

Hews. That may bring you profit, my Lord but, 
Clerk, proceed. 

Clerk reads J] To Walter Frost, Treasurer of the Contin 
gencies, twenty thousand Pounds. To Thurloe, Secretary 
to his Highness 

Due. To old Noll. 

Clerk reads] Old Noll, ten thousand Pounds, for 
unknown Service done the Commonwealth To Mr. 
Hutchinson, Treasurer of the Navy, two hundred thousand 

War. Two hundred thousand Pound ; Owns, what a 
Sum's there? Marry it came from the Mouth of a 
Cannon sure. 

sc. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 379 

Clerk reads.] A Present to the Right Honourable and 
truly Virtuous Lady, the Lady Lambert, for Service done 
to the late Protector 

Hews. Again say Cromwel. 

Clerk. Cromwel six thousand Pound in Jacobuses. 

War. 'Sbread, sike a Sum wou'd make me honour the 
Face of aud Jemmy. 

Clerk. To Mr. Ice six thousand Pound ; to Mr. Loether, 
late Secretary to his High 

Whit. To Oliver Cromwe/szy, can you not obey Orders? 

Clerk. Secretary to Oliver Cromwel two thousand 
nine hundred ninety nine Pounds for Intelligence and In 
formation, and piously betraying the King's Liege People. 

War. Haud, haud, Sirs, Mary en ya gift se fast ya'll 
gif aud away from poor Archibald Johnson. 

Whit. Speak for your self, my Lord ; or rather, my 
Lord, do you speak for him. [To Lam. 

Lam. Do you move it for him, and I'll do as much for 
you anon. \_Aslde to Whit. 

Whit. My Lord, since we are upon Gratifications, 
let us consider the known Merit of the Lord Wariston, a 
Person of industrious Mischiefs to the malignant Party, 
and great Integrity to us, and the Commonwealth. 

War. Gued faith, an I's ha been a trusty Trojon, Sir, 
what say you, may very gued and gracious Loords? 

Due. I scorn to let a Dog go unrewarded ; and you, Sir, 
fawn so prettily, 'tis pity you shou'd miss Preferment. 

Hews. And so 'tis; come, come, my Lords, consider 
he was ever our Friend, and 'tis but reasonable we shou'd 
stitch up one another's broken Fortunes. 

Due. Nay, Sir, I'm not against it. 

Ail. 'Tis Reason, 'tis Reason. 

Free. Damn 'em, how they lavish out the Nation ! 

War. Scribe, pretha read my Paper. 

Hews. Have you a Pertition there? 

Cob. A Petition, my Lord. 


Hews. Pshaw, you Scholards are so troublesome. 

Lam. Read the Substance of it. \_To the Clerk. 

Clerk. That your Honours wou'd be pleas'd, in co 
sideration of his Service, to grant to your Petitioner, a 
considerable Sum of Money for his present Supply. 

Fleet. Verily, order him two thousand Pound 

War. Two thousand poond ? Bread a gued, and I's gif | '. 
my Voice for Fleetwood. [Aside. 

Lam. Two thousand ; nay, my Lords, let it be three. 

War. Wons, I lee'd, I lee'd ; I's keep my Voice for 
Lambert Guds Benizon light on yar Sol, my gued Lord 

Hews. Three thousand Pound ! why such a Sum wou'd 
buy half Scotland. 

War. Wons, my Lord, ya look but blindly on't then : 
time was, a Mite on't had bought aud shoos in yar Stall, 
Brother, tho noo ya so abound in Irish and Bishops Lands. 

Due. You have nick'd him there, my Lord. 

All. He, he, he. 

War. Scribe gang a tiny bit farther. 

Clerk. And that your Honours would be pleas'd to 
confer an Annual Pension on him 

Lam. Reason, I think ; what say you, my Lords, of five 
hundred Pound a Year? 

All. Agreed, agreed. 

War. The Diel swallow me, my Lord, ya won my Heart. 

Due. 'Tis very well but out of what shall this be rais'd ? 

Lam. We'll look what Malignants' Estates are forfeit, 
undispos'd of let me see who has young Freeman's 
Estate ? 

Des. My Lord, that fell to me. 

Lam. What all the fifteen hundred Pound a Year r 

Des. A Dad, and all little enough. 

Free. The Detfil do him good with it. 

Des. Had not the Lard put it into your Hearts to have 
given me two thousand per Annum out of Bishops Lands, 


.nd three thousand per Annum out of the Marquess's Estate; 
low shou'd I have liv'd and serv'd the Commonwealth as 
'. have done ? 

Free. A plague confound his Honour, he makes a hard 
,hift to live on Eight thousand Pound a Year, who was 
)orn and bred a Hedger. 

Lov. Patience, Friend. 

Lam. I have been thinking but I'll find out a way. 

Lov. Or betray some honest Gentleman, on purpose to 
gratify the Loone. 

Lam. And, Gentlemen, I am bound in Honour and 
bnscience to speak in behalf of my Lord W bit lock ; I 
hink fit, if you agree with me, he shou'd be made Con- 
table of Windsor Castle, Warden of the Forest, with the 
ents, Perquisities, and Profits thereto belonging ; nor can 
pour Lordships confer a Place of greater Trust and Honour 
in more safe Hands. 

Due. I find he wou'd oblige all to his side. [Aside. 
'as he not part of the Duke of Buckingham's Estate already, 

ith Chelsey House, and several other Gifts? 

Lam. He has dearly deserv'd 'em ; he has serv'd our 
Interest well and faithfully. 

Due. And he has been well paid for't. 

Whit. And so were you, Sir, with several Lordships, 
and Bishops Lands, you were not born to, I conceive. 

Due. I have not got it, Sir, by knavish Querks in Law ; 
a Sword that deals out Kingdoms to the brave, has cut out 
some small parcels of Earth for me. And what of this? 

[Stands up in a heat. 

Whit. I think, Sir, he that talks well, and to th' purpose, 

ay be as useful to the Commonwealth as he that fights 
well. Why do we keep so many else in Pension that ne'er 
drew Sword, but to talk, and rail at the malignant Party ; 
to libel and defame 'em handsomly, with pious useful Lyes, 
Which pass for Gospel with the common Rabble, 
And edify more than Hugh Peter's Sermons ; 


And make Fools bring more Grist to the publick Mill. 
Then, Sir, to wrest the Law to our convenience 
Is no small, inconsiderate Work. 

Free. And which you may be hang'd for very shortly 


Lam. 'Tis granted, my Lord, your Merit's infinite 
We made him Keeper of the Great Seal, 'tis true 
Honour, but no Salary. 

Due. Ten thousand Pound a Year in Bribes will do as well. 

Lam. Bribes are not so frequent now as in Old Noll's 

Hews. Well, my Lord, let us be brief and tedious, 
the saying is, and humour one another : I'm for WhitlocVi 

Lam. I move for a Salary, Gentlemen, Scobel^n^ other 
petty Clerks have had a thousand a Year ; my Lord su 
merits more. 

Hews. Why let him have two thousand then. 

Fleet. I profess ingeniously, with all my Heart. 

Whit. I humbly thank your Lordships but, if I may 
be so bold to ask, from whence shall I receive it ? 

Lam. Out of the Customs. 

Cob. Brotherly Love ought to go along with us but, 
under favour, when this is gone, where shall we raise new 

Lam. We'll tax the Nation high, the City higher, 
They are our Friends, our most obsequious Slaves, 
Our Dogs to fetch and carry, our very Asses 

Lov. And our Oxes, with the help of their Wives. 


Lam. Besides, the City's rich, and near her time, I hope, 
of being deliver'd. 

War. Wons a gued, wad I'd the laying o' her, she shou'd 
be sweetly brought to Bed, by my Sol. 

Des. The City cares for no Scotch Pipers, my Lord. 

War. By my Sol, but she has danc'd after the gued 

jc. n] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 383 

Pipe of Reformation, when the Covenant Tiggr eane'd 

i , . J bS & & 

iryly round, birs. 

Clerk. My Lords, here are some poor malignant Peti- 
l loners. 

Lam. Oh, turn 'em out, here's nothing for 'em ; these 
Pellows were petitioning my Lady to day I thought she 
had given you a satisfactory Answer. 

Lov. She did indeed, my Lord : but 'tis a hard Case, 
jio take away a Gentleman's Estate, without convicting 
[lim of any Crime. 

Lam. Oh, Sir, we shall prove that hereafter. 

Lov. But to make sure Work, you'll' hang a Man first 
lind examine his Offence afterwards; a Plague upon your 
Consciences : My Friend here had a little fairer Play; your 
l^illains, your Witnesses in Pension swore him a Colonel 
l : or our glorious Master, of ever blessed Memory, at eight 
pears old; a Plague upon their Miracles. 

Fleet. Ingeniously, Sirrah, you shall be pillory'd for 
Mefaming our reverend Witnesses: Guards, take 'em to 
[four Custody both. 

Free. Damn it, I shall miss my Assignation with Lady 
\Desbro ; a Pox of your unnecessary prating, what shall I 
|do? [Guards take ''em away. 

Lam. And now, my Lords, we have finished the Business 
)f the Day. My good Lord Fleetwood, I am entirely yours, 
j and at our next sitting shall approve my self your Creature 

Whit. My good Lord, I am your submissive Vassal. 

War. Wons, my Lord, I scorn any Man shou'd be 
j mere yare Vassal than Archibald Johnson. 

[To Fleet wood. [Ex. All. 

SCENE II. A Chamber in Lady Desbro's House. 
Enter La. Desbro, and Corporal in haste. 

L. Des. Seiz'd on, secur'd ! Was there no time but this ? 
What made him at the Committee, or when there why 


spoke he honest Truth ? What shall I do, good Corporal ? I 
Advise ; take Gold, and see if you can corrupt his Guards : I 
but they are better paid for doing Mischief; yet try, their I 
Consciences are large. [Gives him Gold. \ 

Cor. I'll venture my Life in so good a Cause, Madam. | 

Enter Tom. 

Tom. Madam, here's Mr. Ananias Gogle^ the Lay-Elder 
of Clement's Parish. 

L. Des. Damn the sham Saint ; am I now in Condition 
to be plagu'd with his impertinent Nonsense ? 

Tom. Oh ! Pray, Madam, hear him preach a little ; 'tisj 
the purest Sport 

Enter Ananias. 

Ana. Peace be in this Place. 

L,. Des. A blessed hearing; he preaches nothing in his 
Conventicles, but Blood and Slaughter. [Aside. 

What wou'd you, Sir? I'm something busy now. 

Ana. Ah, the Children of the Elect have no Business 
but the great Work of Reformation : Yea verily, I say, 
all other Business is profane, and diabolical, and devilish ; 
Yea, I say, these Dressings, Curls, and Shining Habilli- 
ments which take so up your time, your precious time ; 
I say, they are an Abomination, yea, an Abomination in 
the sight of the Righteous, and serve but as an Ignis fatuus y 
to lead vain Man astray I say again 

[Looking now and then behind on the Page. 

L. Des. You are a very Coxcomb. 

Ana. I say again, that even I, upright I, one of the new 
Saints, find a sort of a a I know not what a kind of 
a Motion as it were a stirring up as a Man may say, 
to wickedness Yea, verily it corrupteth the outward Man 
within me. 

L. Des. Is this your Business, Sir, to rail against our 
Clothes, as if you intended to preach me into my Primitive 
Nakedness again ? 


Ana. Ah, the naked Truth is best ; but, Madam, I have 
i little work of Grace to communicate unto you, please 
ou to send your Page away 

L. Des. Withdraw sure I can make my Party good with 
>ne wicked Elder : Now, Sir, your Bus'ness. [Ex. Tom. 
-Be brief. 

Ana. As brief as you please but who in the sight of 
10 much Beau - - ty can think of any Bus'ness but the 
Sus'ness Ah ! hide those tempting Breasts, Alack, how 
limooth and warm they are [Feeling 'em, and sneering. 

L. Des. How now, have you forgot your Function? 

Ana. Nay, but I am mortal Man also, and may fall seven 
Irimes a day Yea verily, I may fall seven times a day 
Your Ladyship's Husband is old, and where there is a 
rood excuse for falling, ah, there the fall ing is ex- 
:usable. And might I but fall with your Ladyship, 
might I, I say. 

L. Des. How, this from you, the Head o'th' Church 
Militant, the very Pope of Presbytery ? 

Ana. Verily, the Sin lieth in the Scandal ; therefore most 
of the discreet pious Ladies of the Age chuse us, upright 
Men, who make a Conscience of a Secret, the Laity being 
more regardless of their Fame. In sober sadness, the Place 
inviteth, the Creature tempting, and the Spirit very 
violent within me. [Takes and ruffles her. 

L. Des. Who waits there ? I'm glad you have prov'd 
your self what I ever thought of all your pack of Knaves. 

Ana. Ah, Madam ! Do not ruin my Reputation ; there 
are Ladies of high Degree in the Commonwealth, to whom 
we find our selves most comforting ; why might not you be 
one ? for, alas, we are accounted as able Men in Ladies 
Chambers, as in our Pulpits: we serve both Functions 

Enter Servants. 

Hah ! her Servants [Stands at a distance. 

L. Des. Shou'd I tell this, I shou'd not find belief. [Aside. 


Ana. Madam, I have another Errand to your Ladiship. 
It is the Duty of my Occupation to catechize the Heads 
of every Family within my Diocese ; and you must answer 
some few Questions I shall ask. In the first place, Madam, 
Who made ye ? 

L. Des. So, from Whoring, to a zealous Catechism 
who made me ? what Insolence is this, to ask me Questions j 
which every Child that lisps out Words can answer ! 

Ana. 'Tis our Method, Madam. 

L. Des. Your Impudence, Sirrah, let me examine youj 
Faith, who are so sawcy to take an account of mine Who 
made you? But lest you shou'd not know, I will inform 
you : First, Heav'n made you a deform'd, ill-favour'd 
Creature ; then the Rascal your Father made you a Taylor! 
next, your Wife made you a Cuckold ; and lastly the Devil 
has made you a Doctor ; and so get you gone for a Fool 
and a Knave all over. 

Ana. A Man of my Coat affronted thus ! 

L. Des. It shall be worse, Sirrah, my Husband sh 
know how kind you wou'd have been to him, because youi 
Disciple and Benefactor, to have begot him a Babe ofGrace 
for a Son and Heir. 

Ana. Mistake not my pious meaning, most gracious Lady* 

L. Des. I'll set you out in your Colours : Your impudent 
and bloody Principles, your Cheats, your Rogueries on 
honest Men, thro their kind, deluded Wives, whom you 
cant and goggle into a Belief, 'tis a great work of Grace 
to steal, and beggar their whole Families, to contribute to 
your Gormandizing, Lust and Laziness ; Ye Locusts of 
the Land, preach Nonsense, Blasphemy, and Treason, till 
you sweat again, that the sanctify 'd Sisters may rub you 
down, to comfort and console the Creature. 

Ana. Ah ! Am 

L. Des. Sirrah, be gone, and trouble me no more 
be gone yet stay the Rogue may be of use to me 
Amongst the heap of Vice, Hypocrisy, and Devils that 

;c. n] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 387 

DOSSCSS all your Party, you may have some necessary Sin ; 
t'ye known some honest, useful Villains amongst you, that 

ll swear, profess, and lye devoutedly for the Good Old 

Ana. Yea, verily, I hope there are many such, and I 
,hou'd rejoice, yea, exceedingly rejoice in any Gadly Per- 
: ormance to your Ladiship. 

L. Des. This is a pious Work : You are a Knave of 
Credit, a very Saint with the rascally Rabble, with whom 
rour seditious Cant more prevails, your precious Hum and 
Ha, and gifted Nonsense, than all the Rhetorick of the 
Learn'd or Honest. 

Ana. Hah! 

L. Des. In fine, I have use of your Talent at present, 
rhere's one now in Confinement of the Royal Party his 
Name's Freeman. 

Ana. And your Ladiship wou'd have him dispatch'd ; 
[ conceive ye but wou'd you have him dispatch'd privately, 
Dr by Form of Law ? we've Tools for all uses, and 'tis a 
ious Work, and meritorious. 

L. Des. Right, I wou'd indeed have him dispatch'd, and 
privately ; but 'tis hither privately, hither to my Chamber, 
Drivately, for I have private Bus'ness with him. D'ye start ? 
this must be done for you can pimp I'm sure upon 
Dccasion, you've Tools for all uses ; come, resolve, or I'll 
discover your bloody Offer. Is your Stomach so queasy it 
cannot digest Pimping, that can swallow Whoring, false 
Oaths, Sequestration, Robbery, Rapes, and Murders daily ? 

Ana. Verily, you mistake my pious Meaning ; it is the 

Malignant I stick at ; the Person, not the Office : and in 
sadness, Madam, it goeth against my tender Conscience 
to do any good to one of the Wicked. 

L. Des. It must stretch at this time ; go haste to the 
Guard, and demand him in my Husband's Name ; here's 
something worth your Pains having releas'd him, bring 
him to me, you understand me go bid him be diligent, 


and as you behave your self, find my Favour ; for know, 
Sir, I am as great a Hypocrite as you, and know the Cheats 
of your Religion too ; and since we know one another, 
'tis like we shall be true. 

Ana. But shou'd the Man be missing, and I call'd t 
account ? 

L. Des. He shall be return'd in an hour : go, get you! 
gone, and bring him, or no more [Ex. Ana. 

For all degrees of Vices, you must grant, 

There is no Rogue like your Geneva Saint. [Exeunt. 


SCENE I. A Chamber in La. Desbro's Home. 


Candles, and Lights. 
Enter L. Desbro and Freeman. 

L. Des. By what strange Miracle, my dearest Freenu 
wert thou set at liberty ? 

Free. On the zealous Parole of Rabble Ananias; th 4* 
Rhetorick that can convert whole Congregations of we 1 
meaning Blockheads to errant Knaves, has now mollif) 
my Keeper ; I'm to be render'd back within this Hou 4 
let's not, my dear Maria, lose the precious minutes thi. 
Reverend Hypocrite has given us. 

L. Des. Oh ! you are very gay, have you forgot whose 
Prisoner you are, and that perhaps, e'er many Days are 
ended, they may hang you for High-Treason against the 
Commonwealth? they never want a good thorow-stitch'd 
Witness to do a Murder lawfully. 

Free. No matter, then I shall die with Joy, Maria, 
when I consider, that you lov'd so well to give me the 
last Proof on't. 

L. Des. Are you in earnest, Freeman ? and wou'd you 
take what Honour will not suffer me to grant ? 

Free. With all my Heart, Honour's a poor Excuse. 


four Heart and Vows (your better part) are mine ; you've 
nly lent your Body out to one whom you call Husband, 
nd whom Heaven has mark'd for Cuckoldom. Nay, 'tis 
n Act of honest Loyalty, so to revenge our Cause ; whilst 
ou were only mine, my honest Love thought it a Sin to 
ress these Favours from you ; 'twas injuring my self as well 
s thee ; but now we only give and take our Right. 

L. Des. No more, my Husband's old 

Free. Right, my dear Maria, and therefore 

L. Des. May possibly die 

Fret. He will be hang'd first. 

L. Des. I hope so either of which will do our 
lus'ness unreasonable Freeman, not to have Patience till 
ny Husband be hang'd a little. 

Free. But what if Destiny put the Change upon us, and 

be hang'd instead of Desbro? 

k L. Des. Why then thou art not the first gallant Fellow 
l^t has died in the Good and Royal Cause ; and a small 
Bte of Happiness will but turn thee off the Ladder with 

e sadder Heart. 

j Free. Hast thou the Conscience, lovely as thou art, 

deal out all thy Beauty to a Traitor ? 

J not this Treason of the highest Nature, 

L o rob the Royal Party of such Treasure, 

nd give it to our mortal Enemies? 

or Shame, be wise, and just, 

nd do not live a Rebel to our Cause ; 

is Sin enough to have Society with such a wicked Race. 

L. Des. But I am married to him. 

Free. So much the worse, to make a League and 
Covenant with such Villains, and keep the sinful Contract; 
. little harmless Lying and Dissimulation I'll allow thee, 
nut to be right down honest, 'tis the Devil. 

L. Des. This will not do, it never shall be said I've been 
o much debauch'd by Conventicling to turn a sainted 
inner ; No, I'm true to my Allegiance still, true to my 


King and Honour. Suspect my Loyalty when I lose my 
Virtue : a little time, I'm sure, will give me honestly into 
thy Arms; if thou hast Bravery, shew it in thy Love. 

Free. You will o'ercome, and shame me every way ; 
but when will this Change comer and till it do, what 
Pawn will you give me, I shall be happy then ? 

L. Des. My Honour, and that Happiness you long for^ 
and take but two Months time for their Redemption. 

Free. How greedily I'll seize the Forfeiture ! 

L. Des. But what am I like to get if this Change do come?) 

Free. A Slave, and whatever you please to make of 

L. Des. Who knows, in such an universal Change, how 
you may alter too ? 

Free. I'll give ye Bond and Vows, unkind Maria, I 
Here take my Hand Be it known unto all Men, bm 
these Presents, that I, John Freeman of London, Gentl 
acknowledge my self in Debt to Maria Desbro, the SUM 
of one Heart, with an incurable Wound ; one Soul,destin'B 
hers from its first Being ; and one Body, whole, sound 
and in perfect Health ; which I here promise to pay to thl 
said Maria, upon Demand, if the aforesaid John FreenuM 
be not hang'd before such Demand made. Whereto I 
my Hand and seal it with my Lips. \ln a Ton 

L. Des. And I, in consideration of such Debt, do freel 
give unto the abovesaid John Freeman, the Heart and Body* 
of the abovesaid Maria Desbro, with all Appurtenances 
thereto belonging, whenever it shall please Heaven to bring 
my Husband fairly to the Gallows. [/ a Tone. 

Free. Amen kiss the Book [Kisses her. 

[Ana. hums without. 

L. Des. Hah ! that's Ananias ; sure some Danger's near, 
the necessary Rascal gives us notice of. 

Free. 'Tis so, what wouldst thou have me do? 

L. Des. Thou art undone if seen here, step within 
this Curtain. \_He goes. 


Ananias, humming, and spreading his Cloak wide ; 

Desbro behind him, puffing in a Chafe. 
Des. Ads nigs, what a Change is here like to be? 
I uff, puff we have manag'd Matters sweetly to let the 
mcotch General undermine us ; puff, puff. 
L.Des. What's the Matter? 

Des. Nothing, Cockey, nothing, but that we are like 
to return to our first nothing. 

Ana. Yea, verily, when our time's come ; but ah, the 
teat Work of Reformation is not yet fully accomplish 'd, 
irhich must be wrought by the Saints, and we cannot 
pare one of them until the Work be finish'd. 

Des. Yea, yea, it is finish'd I doubt, puff, puff: fie, fie, 
vhat a Change is here ! 

Ana. Patience, ah, 'tis a precious Virtue ! 
Des. Patience, Sir ! what, when I shall lose so many 
ine Estates which did appertain tothe Wicked ; and which, 
trusted, had been establish 'd ours, and tell'st thou me of 
Patience? puff, puff. \_JValkingfast. 

Ana. How! lose 'em, Sir? handle the matter with 
'atience ; I hope the Committee of Safety, or the Rump, 
ill not do an illegal thing to one of the Brethren. 
Des. No, no, I have been a trusty Knave to them, and so 
have found them all to me: but Monk! Monk! O that ever 
ve should be such blind Fools to trust an honest General! 
Ana. Patience, Sir ! what of him? 
Des. I just now receiv'd private Intelligence, he's coming 
ut of Scotland with his Forces puff, puff. 
Ana. Why, let him come a Gad s Name, we have those 
ill give him a civil Salute, if he mean not honourably to 
:he Commonwealth. Patience, Sir. 

Des. But if he proves the stronger, and shou'd chance to 
DC so great a Traitor to us, to bring in the Man the King. 
L. Des. How, the King, Husband ! the great Heroick ! 
Free. Death, this Woman is a Sybil : ah, noble Monk! 
Hum the King ! 


Des. Ah, and with the King, the Bishops; and then 
where's all our Church and Bishops Lands ! oh, undone 
puff, puff. 

Ana. How, bring in the King and Bishops ! nv 
righteous Spirit is raised too I say, I will excommunicat* 
him for one of the Wicked, yea, for a profane Heroick, ; 
Malignant, a Tory, a I say, we will surround him, ant 
confound him with a mighty Host ; yea, and fight the Lard' 
Battel with him : yea, we will 

Des. Truckle to his Pow'r puff, puff. 

Ana. Nay, I say verily, nay ; for, in Sadness, I will di 
in my Calling. 

Des. So I doubt shall I which is Ploughing, Hedging 
and Ditching. 

Ana. Yea, we have the Sword of the Righteous in ou 
Hand, and we will defend the mighty Revenues of tht 
Church, which the Lard hath given unto his People, anc 
chosen ones I say, we will defend 

Des. Ah, Patience, Sir, ah, 'tis a pious Virtue 

Ana. Ah, it is Zeal in one of us, the Out-goings o 
the Spirit. 

Enter Tom. 

Tom. Sir, will you go down to Prayers? the Chaplain 

Des. No, no, Boy, I am too serious for that Exercise, 
I cannot now dissemble, Heav'n forgive me. 

Ana. How, Sir, not dissemble ah, then you have los 
a great Virtue indeed, a very great Virtue; ah, let us no 
give away the Good Old Cause but, as we have hithert 
maintain'd it by gadly Cozenage, and pious Frauds, let us 
persevere ah, let us persevere to the end ; let us not lose 
our Heritage for a Mess of Pottage, that is, let us not lose 
the Cause for Dissimulation and Hypocrisy, those two main 
Engines that have carried on the great Work. 

Des. Verily, you have prevail'd, and I will go take 


ic. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 393 

rounsel of my Pillow : Boy call my Man to undress me 
I'll to Bed, for I am sick at Heart. [Ex. Tom. 

Free. Death, what shall I do now ? 

[Des. walks, she whispers Ana. 

L. Des. You must get my Man off, or we're undone. 

Ana. Madam, be comforted, Heaven will bring all 
:hings about for our Advantage [As Des. turns. 

L. Des. But he's behind the Curtains, Man 

[Des. turns from 'em. 

Ana. Ah, let Providence alone [Spreads his Cloak 
wide, and goes by degrees toward the BedJ] Your pious 
Lady, Sir, is doubtful, but I will give her ample Satisfaction. 

Des. Ah, do, Mr. Ananias, do, for she's a good and virtuous 
Lady, certo she is. [Ana. goes close to the Bed-post, and 

speaks over his Shoulder. 

Ana. Get ye behind my Cloak 

L. Des. Indeed, Sir, your Counsel and Assistance is 
very comfortable. 

Ana. We should be Help-meets to one another, Madam. 

Des. Alack, good Man ! [L. Des. goes to coax her Husband. 

L. Des. Ay, my dear, I am so much oblig'd to him, that 
II know not, without thy Aid, how to make him amends. 

Free. So, this is the first Cloak of Zeal I ever made 
use of. [Ana. going, spreading his Cloak, to the Door ; 

Free, behind goes out. 

Des. Good Lady, give him his twenty pieces, adad, he 
worthily deserves 'em. [Gives her Gold. 

L. Des. Indeed, and so he does, Dear, if thou knew'st 
all. What say you now, do I not improve in Hypocrisy? 
And shall I not in time make a precious Member of your 
Church ? [To Ana. 

Ana. Verily, your Ladyship is most ingenious and 
expert. Sir, I most humbly take my leave. [Ex. Ana. 
Enter Tom. 

Tom. My Lord, my Lord Lambert has sent in all haste 
for you, you must attend at his House immediately. 



Des. So, he has heard the News I must away led 
my Coach be ready. [Ex. Des. 

L. Des. How unlucky was this that Freeman should be 
gone Sirrah, run and see to o'ertake him, and bring him 
back. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. A fine Chamber in La. Lambert's House. 
Enter Gilliflower and Loveless by dark, richly drest. 

Lov. Where am I, Gilliflower? 

Gill. In my Lady's Apartment, Sir, she'll be with yo ul 
presently; you need not fear betraying, Sir, for I'll assure \ 
you I'm an Heroick in my Heart : my Husband was a] 
Captain for his Majesty of ever-blessed Memory, and kilPd 
at Naseby, God be thanked, Sir. 

Lov. What pity 'tis that thou shouldst serve this Party?] 

GUI. Bating her Principles, my Lady has good Nature! 
enough to oblige a Servant ; and truly, Sir, my Vails were 
good in old O/iver's Days ; I got well by that Amour 
between him and my Lady ; the man was lavish enough. 

Lov. Yes, of the Nation's Treasure but prithee tell me, 
is not thy Lady mad, raving on Crowns and Kingdoms ? 

Gill. It appears so to you, who are not us'd to the Vanity! 
of the Party, but they are all so mad in their Degree, and 
in the Fit they talk of nothing else, Sir : we have to 
morrow a Hearing as they call it. 

Lov. What's that, a Conventicle ? 

Gill. No, no, Sir, Ladies of the last Edition, that present 
their Grievances to the Council of Ladies, of which my 
Lady's chief, which Grievances are laid open to the Com 
mittee of Safety, and so redress'd or slighted, as they are. 

Lov. That must be worth one's Curiosity, could one 
but see't. 

Gill. We admit no Man, Sir. 

Lov. 'Sdeath, for so good a sight I will turn Woman, 
I'll act it to a hair. 

:. in] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 395 

Gill. That would be excellent. 

Lov. Nay, I must do't ; the Novelty is rare but I'm 
Impatient prithee let thy Lady know I wait. 

Gill. She's in Affairs of State, but will be here imme- 
liately ; mean time, retire into her Cabinet, I'll send the 
page with Lights, there you may repose till my Lady comes, 
[in the Pallat. [She leads him out. 

SCENE III. A great Chamber of State, and Canopy in 
Lambert's House. 

And at a Table, seated Lambert, Fleetwood, Desbro, 
Hewson, Duckenfield, Wariston, Cobbet; all half 
drunk, with Bottles and Glasses on the Table ; L. Lam. 
and L. Fleet. 

Lam. My Lord Wariston, you are not merry to night. 
War. Wons, Mon, this Monk sticks in my Gullet, the 
uickle Diel pull him out by th' Lugs; the faud Loone 
tvill en spoyle aud our Sport, mon. 

Lam. I thought I had enough satisfied all your Fears; 
t:he Army's mine, that is, 'tis yours, my Lords, and I'll 
I mploy it too so well for the Good of the Commonwealth, 
l/ou shall have Cause to commend both my Courage and 
Conduct ; my Lord Wariston, will you accompany me ? 

War. Ah, my gued Lord, the Honour is too great. 
I'Tis not but I's dare fight, my Lord, but I love not the 
iimmer Loone, he has a villanous honest Face an's ene ; 
I's ken'd him ence, and lik't him not ; but I's drink tol yar 
gued Fortune ; let it gang aboote, ene and ad, Sirs. 

[All drink. 

Lam. We'll leave all Discourse of Bus'ness, and give 
3ur selves to Mirth ; I fancy good Success from this day's 

Enters Gill, whispers L. Lam. she rises. 

L. Lam. Waited so long ! 


Gill. And grew impatient, an't please your Highness; 
must I go tell him you cannot see him to night. 

L. Lam. Not for the World ; my silly Politician will 
Busying himself in the dull Affairs of State; 
Dull in comparison of Love, I mean ; 
I never lov'd before ; old Oliver I suffer'd for my Interest, 
And 'tis some Greatness, to be Mistress to the best ; 
But this mighty Pleasure comes a propos^ 
To sweeten all the heavy Toils of Empire. 

Gill. So it does, an't please your Highness. 

L. Lam. Go, let him know I'm coming Madam, 
must beg your Pardon ; you hear, my Lord to morro\ 
goes on his great Expedition ; and, for any thing we know, 
may fall a glorious Sacrifice to the Commonwealth ; there 
fore 'tis meet I offer up some Prayers for his Safety, and 
all my leisure Hours 'twixt this and that, will be too few 
Your humble Servant, Madam. [Ex. L. Lam. and Gill. 

L. Fleet. My Dear, I'll leave you too, my time of 
Devotion is come, and Heav'n will stay for no Body; 
where are my People? is my Coach ready, or my Chair? 

Fleet. Go in your Chair, my Love, lest you catch cold. 

L. Fleet. And light your Flambeaus, I love to have my 
Chair surrounded with Flambeaus. 

Enter Page. 

Page. Your Chair is ready, Madam. 

[She goes out led by Fleet. 

Hews. What think ye now, my Lords, of settling the 
Nation a little ? I find my Head swim with Politicks, and 
what ye call urns. 

War. Wons, and wad ya settle the Nation when we 
real our selves ? 

Hews. Who, pox, shall we stand making Childrens 
Shoes all the Year ? No, no, let's begin to settle the Nation, 
I say, and go thro-stitch with our Work. 

Due. Right, we have no Head to obey; so that if this 


fotch General do come whilst we Dogs fight for the Bone, 
e runs away with it. 

Hews. Shaw, we shall patch up matters with the Scotch 
general, I'll warrant you : However, here's to our next 
lead One and all. {All drink. 

Fleet. Verily, Sirs, this Health-drinking savoureth of 
Monarchy, and is a Type of Malignancy. 

War. Bread, my Lord, no preaching o'er yar Liquer, 
vee's now for a Cup o'th' Creature. 

Cob. In a gadly way you may ; it is lawful. 
\ Lam. Come, come, we're dull, give us some Musick 
Ime, my Lord, I'll give you a Song, I love Musick as I 
lo a Drum, there's Life and Soul in't, call my Musick. 

Fleet. Yea, I am for any Musick, except an Organ. 

War. Sbread, Sirs, and I's for a Horn-pipe, I've a faud 

heefe here shall dance ye Dance tol a Horn-pipe, with 
ny States-man a ya aud. 

All. He, he, he. 

Due. I know not what your faud Theefe can do ; but 
_B hold you a Wager, Colonel Hewson, and Colonel 
Desbro shall dance ye the Seint's Jigg with any Sinner of 
/our Kirk, or field Conventicler. 

War. Wons, and I's catch 'em at that Sport, I's dance 
:ol 'em for a Scotch Poond ; but farst yar Song, my Lord, 
[ hope 'tis boody, or else 'tis not werth a Feart. 

All. He, he, he. 

SONG, sung by my Lord Lambert. 
A Pox of the States-man that's witty, 
That watches and plots all the sleepless Night, 
For seditious Harangues to the Whigs of the City, 
And piously turns a Traitor in spite. 
Let him wrack, and torment his lean Carrion, 
To bring his sham-Plots about, 
Till Religion, King, Bishop, and Baron, 
For the publick Good, be quite routed out. 


Whilst we that are no Politicians, 
But Rogues that are resolute, bare-facd and great, 
Boldly head the rude Rabble in open Sedition, 
Bearing all down before us in Church and in State. 
Tour Impudence is the best State-trick, 
And he that by Law means to rule, 
Let his History with ours be related, 
Tho we prove the Knaves, 'tis he is the Fool. 

War. The Diel a me, wele sung, my Lord, and g 
aud Trades fail, yas make a quaint Minstrel. 
All. He, he, he. 

War. Noo, Sirs, yar Dance? [They fling Cushions 
one another, and grin. Mustek plays.] Marry, Sirs, 
this be yar dancing, tol dance and ne'er stir Stap, the L 
lead the Donee for Archibald. 

[ When they have flung Cushions thus a while to the Musicl 
time, they beat each other from the Table, one by one, anc 
fall into a godly Dance ; after a while, Wariston rises 
and dances ridiculously a while amongst them ; then tn 
the Time of the Tune, they take out the rest, as at tht\ 
Cushion-Dance, or in that nature. Wariston being tht\ 
last taken in, leads the rest. 

Haud, Minstrels, haud ; Bread agued. Fs fatch ad Ladies 
in lead away, Minstrels, tol my Lady's Apartment. 

\_Musick playing before a //I 
\_Exeunt dancing^ 

SCENE IV. Flat. 
Enter Page. 

Page. Cock, Here must I wait, to give my Lady notice 
when my Lord approaches ; The fine Gentleman that 
is alone with her, gave me these two fine Pieces of Gold, 
and bad me buy a Sword to fight for the King withal ; and 
I'm resolv'd to lay it all out in a Sword, not a penny in 
Nickers, and fight for the Heroicks as long as I have a 


nb, if they be all such fine Men as this within. But 

k, sure I hear some coming. [Exit. 

\[F/at Scene draws off, discovers L. Lam. on a Couch, with 
Loveless, tying a rich Diamond-Bracelet about his Arm : 
a Table behind with Lights, on which a Velvet Cushion, 
with a Crown and Scepter covered. 

\Lov. This Present's too magnificent : such Bracelets 

|ung Monarchs shou'd put on. 

IL. Lam. Persons like me, when they make Presents, 

, must do it for their Glory, not considering the Merit 

Ithe Wearer : yet this, my charming Loveless, comes short 

what I ought to pay thy Worth ; comes short too of 

Lov. You bless me, Madam 

L. Lam. This the great Monarch of the World once 

d about my Arm, and bad me wear it, till some greater 

-an shou'd chance to win my Heart ; 

hou art that Man whom Love has rais'd above him ; 

horn every Grace and every Charm thou hast 

inspire to make thee mightier to my Soul; 

nd Oliver, illustrious Oliver, 

r as yet far short of thee. 

Lov. He was the Monarch then whose Spoilsl triumph in. 

L. Lam. They were design'd too for Trophies to the 
ung and gay. 

i, Loveless! that I cou'd reward thy Youth 
fr ith something that might make thee more than Man, 
is well as to give the best of Women to thee 

[Rises, takes him by the Hand, leads him 
to the Table. He starts. 

Behold this gay, this wondrous glorious thing. 

Lov. Hah a Crown and Scepter ! 

ive I been all this while 
> near the sacred Relicks of my King; 

id found no awful Motion in my Blood, 

otliing that mov'd sacred Devotion in me? 



-Hail sacred Emblem of great Majesty 
Thou that hast circled more Divinity 
Than the great Zodiack that surrounds the World 
tncer was blest with sight of thee till now 
But in much reverenc'd Pictures- [Rises and bow 

L,. Lam. Is t not a lovely thing? 
Lov There's such Divinity i'th' very Form on't 

I been conscious I'd been near the Temple 
Where this bright Relick of the glorious Martyr' 
Had been enshrin'd, 't had spoil'd my soft Devotion 
L is bacnlege to dally where it is ; 
A rude, a saucy Treason to approach it 
With an unbended Knee: for Heavns sake, Madam 
1-et us not be profane in our Delights, 
Either withdraw, or hide that glorious' Object 

L. Lam. Thou art a Fool, the very sight of this 
Raises my Pleasure higher: 
Methinks I give a Queen into thy Arms 
And where I love I cannot give enough ; \Sofik 

Wou d I cou'd set it on thy Head for ever, 

1 wou d not become my simple Lord 
The thousandth part so well. 

[Goes to put it on his Head, he puts it back. 
Lov. forbear, and do not play with holy things- 
Let us retire, and love as Mortals shou'd 
Not imitate the Gods, and spoil our Joys. 
^Lam. Lovely, and unambitious! 
And h P. es have T of a]I your promis'd Constancy, 
Ought , 11S whlch Possibly e'er long may adorn my Brow 
Shall pr 1 ' to raise me higher in your Love, 
Methir transfo rm you even to Adoration, 
Is wort r v make you vanish from its Lustre ? 
LVL s the very Fancy of a Queen 

t ] a thousand Mistresses of less illustrious Rank. 
Vhat, every pageant Queen ? you might from 
ce infer 


I'd fall in love with every little Actress, because 
Ihe acts the Queen for half an hour, 
[!ut then the gaudy Robe is laid aside. 

L. Lam. I'll pardon the Comparison in you. 
Lov. I do not doubt your Power of being a Queen, 
|>ut trust, it will not last. 

How truly brave would your great Husband be, 
If, whilst he may, he paid this mighty Debt 

the right Owner ! 
f, whilst he has the Army in his Power, 
Ie made a true and lawful use of it, 
"o settle our great Master in his Throne ; 
\nd by an Act so glorious raise his Name 
ven above the Title of a King. 

L. Lam. You love me not, that would persuade me from 
[y Glory. 

Enter Gilliflower. 

Gill. Oh, Madam, the Lords are all got merry, as they 
11 it, and are all dancing hither. 

L. Lam. What, at their Oliverian Frolicks? Dear 
/esSy withdraw, I wou'd not give the fond believing 
Fool a Jealousy of me. 

Gill. Withdraw, Madam ? 'tis impossible, he must run 
just into their Mouths. 

L. Lam. I'm ill at these Intrigues, being us'd to Lovers 
that still came with such Authority, that modestly my 
Husband wou'd withdraw but Love/ess is in danger, there 
fore take care he be not seen. 

Gill. Heav'ns ! they are coming, there's no Retreat 
L. Lam. Lie down on the Couch and cover him you 
with the Foot-Carpet So, give me my Prayer-Book. 
[He lies down along on the Couch, they cover him with the 
Carpet: L. Lam. takes her Book, sits down on his Feet, 
and leans on the Back of the Couch reading; Gill, stands 
at t'other end, they enter dancing as before. 
I D D 


What Insolence is this? do you not hear me, you 
Sots whom Gaiety and Dancing do so ill become. 

War. [Singing.] Welcome, Joan Sanderson, welcome, 
welcome. [Goes to take her out, she strikes him. 

Wons, Madam, that's no part o'th' Dance. 

L. Lam. No, but 'tis part of a reward for your Insolence 1 , 
Which possibly your Head shall answer for 

Lam. Pardon him, my Dear, he meant no Disrespect 
to thee. 

L. Lam. How dare you interrupt my Devotion, Sirrah ? 
Be gone with all your filthy ill-bred Crew. 

[Lam. sits down on LovS 

Lam. My only Dear, be patient ; hah ! 
Something moves under me ; Treason, Treason ! [He 

[Lov. rolls off, and turns Lam. over, the rest of the Me( 
run out crying Treason, Treason, overthrowing 
Lights, putting 'em out. 

L. Lam. Treason, Treason ! my Lord, my Lord ! 

Lam. Lights there, a Plot, a Popish Plot, Lights ! 

L. Lam. The Crown, the Crown, guard the Crown ! 

[She groping about, finds Lov. by his Clothes, knows him. 
Here, take this Key, the next room is my Bed-chamber, 
Secure yourself a moment. [Ex. Loveless. 

Lights there, the Crown who art thou ? 

[ Takes hold of Lam. 

Lam. 'Tis I. 

L. Lam. Ah, my Lord, what's the matter ? 

Lam. Nay, my Lady, I ask you what's the matter ? 

Enter Page with Lights. 

By Heaven, all is not well ; hark ye, my fine she Politician, 
who was it you had hid beneath this Carpet? 

L. Lam. Heav'ns ! dost hear him, GilliJJower ? Sure the 
Fellow's mad. 

Gill. Alack, my Lord, are you out of your honourable 
Wits? Heav'n knows, my Lady was at her Devotion. 



At her 

Lam. Baud, come, confess thy self to be one. 
)evotion ! yes, with a He Saint. 

Gill. Ah ! Gad forbid the Saints should be so wicked. 
L. Lam. Hark ye, thou little sniveling Hypocrite, who 
last no Virtue but a little Conduct in Martial Discipline ; 
hast by Perjuries, Cheats, and pious Villanies, wound 
hy self up into the Rabble's Favour, where thou mayst 
Itand till some more great in Roguery remove thee from 
mat height, or to the Gallows, if the King return : hast 
hou the Impudence to charge my Virtue? 
Lam. I know not, Madam, whether that Virtue you 
st were lost, or only stak't, and ready for the Gamester ; 
>ut I am sure a Man was hid under this Carpet. 
L. Lam. Oh Heav'ns, a Man ! 

Gill. Lord, a Man ! Are you sure 'twas a Man, my Lord? 
-Some villanous Malignant, I'll warrant. 
Lam. It may be so. 

Gill. Alack, the Wickedness of these Heroicks to hide 
mder Carpets ; why they'l have the impudence to hide 
mder our Petticoats shortly, if your Highness take 'em 
lot down. [To Lady Lam. 

Lam. I do believe so ; Death a Cuckold ? shall that 
jlack Cloud shade all my rising Fame ? 

L. Lam. Cuckold ! Why, is that Name so great a 

Stranger to ye, 
|Or has your rising Fame made ye forget 
(How long that Cloud has hung upon your Brow? 

-'Twas once the height of your Ambition, Sir ; 
(When you were a poor sneaking Slave to Cromwell, 
Then you cou'd cringe, and sneer, and hold the Door, 
And give him every Opportunity, 
Had not my Piety defeated your Endeavours. 

Lam. That was for Glory, 
Who wou'd not be a Cuckold to be great ? 
If Cromwell leap'd into my Saddle once, 
I'll step into his Throne for't : but, to be pointed at 

404 THE ROUND-HEADS; OR, [ACTIV, sc. iv 

By Rascals that I rule 'tis insupportable. 

L. Lam. How got this Fellow drunk ? call up my 

Officers ! 

Who durst deliver him this quantity of Wine ? 
Send strait in my Name, to summon all the 
Drunken Committee of Safety into my Presence. 
By Heav'n, I'll show you, Sir yes they shall 
See what a fine King they're like to have 
In Honest, Gadly, Sober, Wise Jack Lambert. 
Nay, I'll do't ; d'ye think to take away my Honour th 
I, who by my sole Politicks and Management 
Have set you up, Villain of Villains, Sirrah. 
Away summon 'em all. [To Gilliflowe 

Lam. Stay be not so rash ; who was beneath the Carpe 

L. Lam. I will not answer thee. 

Lam. Nor any living thing? 

L. Lam. No Creature in the Room, thou silly Ideot, , 
but Gi//iflowerznd I at our Devotion, praying to Heav'n 
for your Success to morrow and am I thus rewarded ? 

[Weeps, Gill, weeps too. 

Lam. My Soul, I cannot bear the Sight of Tears 
From these dear Charming Eyes. 

L. Lam. No matter, Sir, the Committee shall right me. 

Lam. Upon my Knees I ask thy Pardon, Dear ; by all 
that's good, I wou'd have sworn I'd felt something stir 
beneath me as I sat, which threw me over. 

L. Lam. Only your Brains turn'd round with too much 
drinking and dancing, Exercises you are not us'd to go 
sleep, and settle 'em, for I'll not deign to Bed with you 
to night retire, as e'er you hope to have my Aid in your 
Advancement to the Crown. 

Lam. I'm gone and once more pardon my Mistake. 
[Bows, and goes out. Ex. Gill. 

L. Lam. So, this fighting Fool, so worshipp'd by the 

How meanly can a Woman make him sneak? 

, sc. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 405 

happy Night's our own [To Loveless. 

Enter Gill. Loveless. 

Lov. Excellent Creature, how I do adore thee ! 
L. Lam. But you, perhaps, are satisfied already 
Lov. Never; shou'dst thou be kind to all Eternity. 
iFhou hast one Virtue more, I pay thee Homage for ; I 
heard from the Alcove how great a Mistress thou art in 
I he dear Mystery of Jilting. 

L. Lam. That's the first Lesson Women learn in Con 
venticles, Religion teaches those Maxims to our Sex : by this 
Kings are deposed, and Commonwealths are ruVd ; 
By Jilting all the Universe is fool' d. [Exeunt. 


SCENE I. A Street. 

Enter Corporal, half drest ; with Soldiers, Joyner, and 

Cor. Ha, Rogues, the City-Boys are up in Arms ; brave 
loys, all for the King now ! 

Felt. Have a care what you say, Sir ; but as to the City's 
:ing in Mutiny, that makes well for us : we shall fall to 
>ur old Trade of plundering ; something will fall to the 
Righteous, and there is Plunder enough. 

Cor. You plunder, Sirrah ! knock him down, and carry 
[him into the Guard-room, and secure him. 

[ Two Soldiers seize him. 

1 Sold. They say the Committee of Safety sate all 
Night at General Lambert's, about some great Affair 

>me rare Change, Rogues. 

2 Sold. Yes, and to put off Sorrow, they say, were all 
right reverendly drunk too. 

Cor. I suppose there is some heavenly matter in hand ; 
there was Treason cried out at the General's last night, 
and the Committee of no Safety all ran away. 

i Sold. Or rather reel'd away. 


Cor. The Ladies squeak'd, the Lords fled, and all tk| 
House was up in Arms. 

Felt. Yea, and with Reason they say ; for the Pope il 
disguise was found under the Lady's Bed, and two hug 
Jesuits as big as the tall Irish-man, with Blunderbi 
having, as 'tis said, a Design to steal the Crown, 
Custody of the General 

2 Sold. Good lack, is't possible ? 

Joyn. Nay, Sir, 'tis true, and is't not time we look* 
about us? 

Cor. A Pox upon ye all for lying Knaves secure 'en 
both on the Guard till farther Order and let us into fl 
City, Boys : hay for Lombard-Street. 

2 Sold. Ay, hay for Lombard-Street , there's a Shop 
have mark'd out for my own already. 

1 Sold. There's a handsom Citizen's Wife, that I hav 
an Eye upon, her Husband's a rich Banker, I'll take t'on 
with t'other. 

Joyn. You are mistaken, Sir, that Plunder is reserv'd fix 
us, if they begin to mutiny ; that wicked City that is s* 
weary of a Commonwealth. 

2 Sold. Yes, they're afraid of the Monster they them 
selves have made. 

Enter Lov. and Free, in disguise. 
Cor. Hah, my noble Colonel ! what, in disguise ! 
Free. We have made our Escapes and hope to see better 
times shortly, the noble Scotch General is come, Boys. 

Enter Captain of the Prentices, and a great Gang with 
him, arm'd with Swords, Staffs, &c. 

Capt. Come, my Lads, since you have made me Captain. 
I'll lead you bravely on ; I'll die in the Cause, or bring 
you off with Victory. 

I Pren. Here's a Club shall do some Execution : I'l! | 
beat out Hewsons t'other Eye ; I scorn to take him on the 
blind side. 

|,c. i] THE GOOD OLD CAUSE 407 

Capt. In the first Place, we must all sign a Petition to 
my Lord Mayor. 

2 Pren. Petitions ! we'll have no Petition, Captain ; we 
ire for Club-Law, Captain. 

Capt. Obey, or I leave you. 

All. Obey, Obey. 

Capt. Look ye, we'll petition for an honest Free Par 
liament I say. 

i Pren. No Parliament, no Parliament, we have had 
jtoo much of that Mischief already, Captain. 

All. No Parliament, no Parliament. 

Capt. Farewel, Gentlemen, I thought I might have been 

Free. Death, Sirs, you shall hear the Captain out. 

All. We obey, we obey. 

Capt. I say an honest Free Parliament, not one pick'd 
[and chosen by Faction ; but such an one as shall do our 
[Bus'ness, Lads, and bring in the Great Heroick. 

All. Ay, ay, the Great Heroick, the Great Heroick. 

Lov. A fine Youth, and shou'd be encourag'd. 

Capt. Good in the next Place, the noble Scotch General 
is come, and we'll side with him. 

Free. Ay, ay, all side with him. 

1 Pren. Your Reason, Captain, for we have acted too 
much without Reason already. 

2 Pren. Are we sure of him, Captain ? 

Capt. Oh, he'll doubtless declare for the King, Boys. 

All. Hay, Viva le Roy y viva le Monk! 

Capt. Next, I hear there's a Proclamation coming out 
to dissolve the Committee of no Safety. 

All. Good, good. 

Capt. And I hope you are all brave enough to stand to 
your Loyal Principles with your Lives and Fortunes. 

All. We'll die for the Royal Interest. 

Capt. In the next Place, there's another Proclamation 
come out. 


2 Pren. This Captain is a Man of rare Intelligence! 
but for what, Captain ? 

Capt. Why to hang us all, if we do not imme 
diately depart to our respective Vocations : How like y< 
that, my Lads ? 

2 Pren. Hum hang'd ! I'll e'en home again. 

1 Pren. And I too, I do not like this hanging. 

2 Pren. A Man looks but scurvily with his Neck awrjl 

3 Pren. Ay, ay, we'll home. 

Capt. Why, now you shew what precious Men you arJ 
the King wou'd be finely hop'd up with such Rascals 
that for fear of a little hanging would desert his Cause j 
Pox upon you all, I here discharge ye 
Take back your Coward Hands and give me Hearts. 

[F/ings ''em a ScroL\ 

I scorn to fight with such mean-spirited Rogues ; 
I did but try your boasted Courages. 

Lov. Brave Boy. 

Lav. and Free. We'll die with thee, Captain 

All. Oh, noble Captain, we recant 

i Pren. We recant, dear Captain, we'll die, one and all j 

All. One and all, one and all. 

Capt. Why, so there's some trusting to you now. 

3 Pren. But is there such a Proclamation, Captain ? 

Capt. There is ; but anon, when the Crop-ear'd Sherif 
begins to read it, let every Man enlarge his Voice, and cry 
no Proclamation, no Proclamation. 

All. Agreed, agreed. 

Lov. Brave noble Lads, hold still your Resolution, 
And when your leisure Hours will give ye leave, 
Drink the King's Health, here's Gold for you to do so. 

Free. Take my Mite too, brave Lads. [Gives 'em Gold. 

All. Hay ! Viva the brave Heroicks ! 

Enter Ananias Gogle. 
Ana . Hum, what have we here, a Street-Conventicle or a 


Mutiny ? Yea, verily, it is a Mutiny What meaneth this 
ppearance in hostile manner, in open Street, by Day-light ? 
Capt. Hah ! one of the sanctify'd Lay Elders, one of 
he Fiends of the Nation, that go about like roaring Lions 
eking whom they may devour. 
Lov. Who, Mr. Ananias the Padder? 
Ana. Bear witness, Gentlemen all, he calls me Highway- 
an ; thou shalt be hang'd for Scandal on the Brethren. 
Lov. I'll prove what I say, Sirrah ; do you not rob on 
:he High-way i'th' Pulpit? rob the Sisters, and preach it 
awful for them to rob their Husbands ; rob Men even of 
eir Consciences and Honesty ; nay rather than stand 
ut, rob poor Wenches of their Bodkins and Thimbles? 
Ana. I commit ye ; here, Soldiers, I charge ye in the 
ame of of marry, I know not who, in my Name, and 
e good People of England, take 'em to safe Custody. 
Capt. How, lay hold of honest Gentlemen ! Noble 
Cavaliers, knock him down. 

All. Knock him down, knock him down. 
Free. Hold, worthy Youths ; the Rascal has done me 

Ana. [Pulling off his Hat to 'em allJ] Ye look like 
Citizens, that evil Spirit is entered in unto you, oh Men 
of London ! that ye have changed your Note, like Birds 
of evil Omen ; that you go astray after new Lights, or 
ather no Lights, and commit Whoredom with your 
'athers Idols, even in the midst of the Holy City, which 
he Saints have prepared for the Elect, the Chosen ones. 
Capt. Hark ye, Sirrah, leave preaching, and fall to 
declaring for us, or thou art mortal. 

Ana. Nay, I say nay, I will die in my Calling yea, I 
will fall a Sacrifice to the Good Old Cause ; abomination 
ye with a mighty Hand, and will destroy, demolish and 
confound your Idols, those heathenish Malignants whom 
you follow, even with Thunder and Lightning, even as a 
Field of Corn blasted by a strong Blast. 


Lov. Knock him down ! 

All. Down with Dagon, down with him ! 

Enter Hewson with Guards. 
Hews. Ah, Rogues, have I caught ye napping? 

[They all surround him and his Red-Coat\ 
All. Whoop Cobler, Whoop Cobler ! 

[The Boys, Lov. and Free. Corp. and Sold, beat o\ 
Hewson and his Party. Ana. gets a Sword, at 
fights too. 

SCENE II. Changes to a Chamber in La. Lambert's Hous\ 
Enter L. Lam. and Gill. 

Gill. I've had no time to ask your Highness how yc 
slept to Night ; but that's a needless Question. 

L. Lam. How mean you? do you suspect my Virtue 
do you believe Loveless dares attempt any thing agaiml 
my Honour? No, Gilliflower, he acted all things so lil 
a Gentleman, that every moment takes my Heart mor 

Gill. My Lord departed highly satisfied. 

L. Lam. She is not worthy of Intrigues of Love, tl 
cannot manage a silly Husband as she pleases but, Gil 
flower, you forget that this is Council day. 

Gill. No, but I do not, Madam, some important Suite 
wait already. 

Enter L. Des. and L. Fleetwood. 

L. Lam. Your Servant, Madam Desbro, thou'rt wel 


Gilliflower, are all things ready in the Council-Chamber 
We that are great must sometimes stoop to Acts, 
That have at least some shew of Charity ; 
We must redress the Grievance of our People. 

L. Fleet. She speaks as she were Queen, but I shall pui 
a spoke in her rising Wheel of Fortune, or my Lord 
Politicks fail him. 

[Scene draws off, "Table with Papers : Chairs round i\ 


L. Lam. Where are the Ladies of the Council ? how 
emiss they are in their Attendance on us. 
'L. Fleet. Us ! Heav'ns, I can scarce endure this Insolence ! 
We will take care to mind 'em of their Duty 
L. Lam. We, poor Creature ! how simply Majesty be- 
omes her ? [ They all sitting down, enter L. Crom wel angrily , 
and takes her Place, L. Lam. uppermost. 
Madam, as I take it, at our last sitting, our Pleasure 
as, that you shou'd sit no more. 

Crom. Your Pleasure ! Is that the General Voice ? 
This is my Place in spite of thee, and all thy fawning 
action, and I shall keep it, when thou perhaps, shalt be 
"" "**,n humble Suppliant here at my Foot-stool. 
L. Lam. I smile at thee. 

Crom. Do, and cringe ; 'tis thy business to make thee 
* f But 'tis not that 
: I Nor thy false Beauty that will serve thy Ends. 

L. Lam. Rail on ; declining Majesty may be excus'd, 
Call in the Women that attend for redress of Grievances. 

[Ex. Page. 

Enter Page with Women, and Loveless dress 1 d as a Woman. 

'- Gentlewomen, what's your Bus'ness with us? 

Lov. Gentlewomen ! some of us are Ladies. 

L. Lam. Ladies in good time ; by what Authority, and 
I, from whom do you derive your Title of Ladies? 

L. Fleet. Have a care how you usurp what is not your 
i' own ! 

Lov. How the Devil rebukes Sin ! [Aside. 

L. Des. From whom had you your Honours, Women ? 

Lov. From our Husbands. 

Gill. Husbands, who are they, and of what standing? 

2 Lady. Of no long standing, I confess. 

Gill. That's a common Grievance indeed. 


L. Des. And ought to be redress'd. 


L. Lam. And that shall be taken into consideration 
write it down, Gilliflower ; who made your Husband ;| 
Knight, Woman ? 

Lov. Oliver the first, an't please ye. 

L!. Lam. Of horrid Memory; write that down wh<| 
yours ? 

2 Lady. Richard the fourth, an't like your Honour. 

Gill. Of sottish Memory ; shall I write that down too 

L. Des. Most remarkably. 

Cram. Heav'ns ! Can I hear this Profanation of <n 
Royal Family? [Asia 

L. Lam. I wonder with what impudence Noll and Dici\ 
cou'd Knightify your Husbands ; for 'tis a Rule in Heraldrj 
that none can make a Knight but him that is one; 
Sane ha Poncho's Case in Don Quixot. 

Crom. How dare you question my Husband's Authority? 

[Rises in Anger 

Who nobly won his Honour in the Field, 
Not like thy sneaking Lord who gain'd his Title 
From his Wife's gay Love-tricks 
Bartering her Honour for his Coronet. 

L,.Lam. Thou ly'st,my Husband earn'd it with his Sword 
Braver and juster than thy bold Usurper, 
Who waded to his Glory through a Sea 
Of Royal Blood 

L. Des. Sure Love/ess has done good on her, and con 
verted her. 

L. Fleet. Madam, I humbly beg you will be patient 
you'll ruin all my Lord's Designs else Women, proceec 
to your Grievances, both publick and private. 

Lov. I petition for a Pension ; my Husband, deceas'd 
was a constant active man, in all the late Rebellion 
against the Man ; he plunder'd my Lord Capel, he betray'c 
his dearest Friend Brown Bushel, who trusted his Life ir 
his Hands, and several others ; plundering their Wives am 
Children even to their Smocks. 


L. Lam. Most considerable Service, and ought to be 

2 Lady. And most remarkably, at the Trial of the late 
an, I spit in's Face, and betray'd the Earl of Holland 
the Parliament. 

Crom. In the King's Face, you mean it shew'd your 
!eal for the Good Cause. 

2 Lady. And 'twas my Husband that headed the Rabble, 
) pull down G0|rand Magog, the Bishops, broke the Idols 
i the Windows, and turn'd the Churches into Stables 

d Dens of Thieves ; rob'd the Altar of the Cathedral of 
e twelve pieces of Plate call'd the twelve Apostles, turn'd 
even of 'em into Money, and kept Judas for his own 

at home. 

L. Fleet. On my Word, most wisely perform'd, note 

3 Lady. And my Husband made Libels on the Man 
om the first Troubles to this day, defam'd and profan'd 
ic Woman and her Children, printed all the Man's 
etters to the Woman with Burlesque Marginal Notes, 
ull'd down the sumptuous Shrines in Churches, and with 

e golden and Popish Spoils adorn'd his own Houses and 


L. Lam. We shall consider these great Services. 

Lav. To what a height is Impudence arriv'd ? [Aside. 

L. Lam. Proceed to private Grievances. 

Lov. An't please your Honours, my Husband prays too 
iUch ; which both hinders his private bus'ness at home, 
od his publick Services to the Commonwealth 

L. Lam. A double Grievance set it down, Gilliflower. 

Lov. And then he rails against the Whore of Babylon, 
nd all my neighbours think he calls me Whore. 

Crom. A most unpardonable fault. 

L. Lam. We'll have that rectify'd, it will concern us. 

Lov. Then he never kisses me, but he says a long 
jrace, which is more mortifying than inviting. 


L. Des. That is the fault of all the new Saints, which 
is the reason their Wives take a pious care, as much as in 
them lies, to send 'em to Heaven, by making 'em Cuckolds. 

L. Fleet. A very charitable Work, and ought to J 
encourag'd. [Loveless gives in a Petition to GilliflowerJ 

Gill. The humble Petition of the Lady Make-shift. 


Heav'ns, Madam, here are many thousand Hands to*tl 
of the distressed Sex. 

All. Read it. 

Gill. Reads.] Whereas there pass'd an Act, June 24th,l 
against Fornication and Adultery, to the great detriments 
of most of the young Ladies, Gentlewomen, and Com- 1 
monalty of England^ and to the utter decay of many whole \ 
Families, especially when married to old Men ; youi 
Petitioners most humbly beg your Honours will take this I 
great Grievance into mature Consideration,- and the saici 
Act may be repealed. 
A Blessing on 'em, they shall have my Hand too. 

L. Lam. We acknowledge, there are many Grievances 
in that Act ; but there are many Conveniences too, for it 
ties up the villanous Tongues of Men from boasting oui 

Crom. But as it lays a Scandal on Society tis trouble 
some, Society being the very Life of a Republick Peter: 
the first, and Martin the second. 

Lov. But in a Free-State, why shou'd we not be freei 

L. Des. Why not ? we stand for the Liberty and Pro 
perty of our Sex, and will present it to the Committee ol 

Lov. Secondly, we desire the Heroicks, vulgarly call'c 
the Malignant, may not be look'd on as Monsters, foi 
assuredly they are Men; and that it may not becharg'd tou 
as a Crime to keep 'em company, for they are honest Men 

2 Lady. And some of 'em Men that will stand to then 


L. Lam. Is there no other honest Men that will do as 

3 Lady. Good Men are scarce. 

L. Lam. They're all for Heroicks, sure 'tis the mode 

love 'em I cannot blame 'em. [Aside. 

Lov. And that when we go to Morning and Evening 

:ctures, to Tantlings, or elsewhere, and either before or 

liter visit a private Friend, it may be actionable for the 

licked to scandalize, us, by terming of it, abusing the 

Ireature, when 'tis harmless recreating the Creature. 

All. Reason, Reason. 

Lov. Nor that any Husband shou'd interrupt his Wife, 

icn at her private Devotion. 

Enter Page. 

L. Lam. I have been too late sensible of that Grievance. 
Gill. And, Madam, I wou'd humbly pray a Patent for 
)lding, to ease my Spleen. 

Page. An please your Highness, here's a Messenger 
riv'd Post with Letters from my Lord the General. 

[Ex. Page. 

L. Lam. Greater Affairs oblige us to break up the 
Duncil. [Rises, the Women retire. 

Enter Page with Messenger, or Letters. 

-What means this haste? [Opens, and reads 'em. 

Cram. Hah, bless my Eye-sight, she looks pale, now 
again ; some turn to his Confusion, Heav'n, I beseech 

L.Lam. My Lord's undone ! his Army has deserted him; 
sft him defenceless to the Enemies Pow'r. 
i, Coward Traytors ! Where's that brutal Courage, 
hat made you so successful in your Villanies ? 

Hell, that taught you Valour, now abandon'd ye ? 
-How in an instant are my Glories fall'n ! 
Crom. Ha, ha, ha What, has your Highness any Cause 


Gill. Call up your Courage, Madam, do not let thes 
things scoff you you may be yet a Queen : Remembe 
what Lilly told you, Madam. 

L. Lam. Damn Li//y y who with lying Prophecies 
rais'd me to the hopes of Majesty : a Legion of his De 
take him for't. 

Cram. Oh, have a care of Cursing, Madam. 

L. Lam. Screech-Owl, away, thy Voice is ominous. 
Oh I cou'd rave ! but that it is not great ; 
And silent Sorrow has most Majesty. 

Enter Wariston, huffing. 

War. Wons, Madam, undone, undone ; our honourabl 
Committee is gone to th' Diel, and the damn'd loose 
Rump is aud in aud ; the muckle Diel set it i'solt, and hi 
Dam drink most for't. 

Crom. The Committee dissolv'd ! whose wise work vfz 
that? it looks like Fleetwood's silly Politicks. 

War. Marry, and yar Ladiship's i'th' right, 'twas en th 
Work o'th' faud Loone, the Diel brest his Wem for't. 

Enter Hewson, Desbro, Whitlock, Due. and Cob. 

Hew. So, Brethren in Iniquity, we have spun a 
Thred, the Rump's all in all now, rules the Roast, an 
has sent for the General with Scissers and Rasor. 

Whit. With a Sisseraro, you mean. 

Hew. None of your Terms in Law, good Brother. 

War. Right ; but gen ya have any Querks in Law, M 
Lyar, that will save our Crags, 'twill be warth a Fee. 

Due. We have plaid our Cards fair. 

War. I's deny that; Wans, Sirs, ya plaid 'em faul ; 
Fule had the shooftling of 'em, and the Muckle Diel hint 
self turn up Trump. 

Whit. We are lost, Gentlemen, utterly lost ; who th 
Devil wou'd have thought of a Dissolution? 

Hews. Is there no Remedy ? 

Due. Death, I'll to the Scotch General ; turn but in tin 


js many greater Rogues than I have done, and 'twill save 
y Stake yet Farewel, Gentlemen. 
Des. No Remedy? 

War. Nene, Sirs, again the King's Evil ; Bread, Sirs, 
i's ene gan tol yar Stall agen : I's en follow Duckenfield 
-Farewel, Mr. Leyer. 

L. Lam. See the Vicissitudes of human Glory, 
"hese Rascals, that but yesterday petition'd me 
r ith humble Adoration, now scarce pay 
jmmon Civilities due to my Sex alone. 

Enter Fleet wood. 

Crom. How now, Fool, what is't that makes ye look so 
hertly ? Some mighty Business you have done, I'll warrant. 
Fleet. Verily, Lady Mother, you are the strangest Body; 
li Man cannot please you Have I not finely circumvented 
.!>en? made the Rump Head, who have committed 
lim to the Tower ; ne'er stir now that I have, and I'm the 
jjratest Man in England, as I live I am, as a Man may say. 
Crom. Yes, till a greater come. Ah, Fool of Fools, not 
Ito fore-see the danger of that nasty Rump. 

L. Fleet. Good Madam, treat my Lord with more Respect. 
Crom. Away, fond Fool, born with so little Sense, 
iTo doat on such a wretched Idiot; 
lit was thy Fate in Ireton's days to love him, 
[Or you were foully scandaliz'd. 

Fleet. You are not so well spoken of neither, ne'er stir 
I now, and you go to that. I can be King to morrow if I will. 
Crom. Thou lyest, thou wo't be hang'd first ; mark that 
I tell thee so. I'll prove Cassandra to thee, and prophesy 
thy Doom ; Heav'n pays the Traitor back with equal 
Measure. Remember how you serv'd my poor Son Richard. 

[Ex. Crom. and Page. 

Fleet. She's mad Come, my Dear, let's leave the House 
of this Villain, that meant to have cozen'd me illegally or 
three Kingdoms but that I outwitted him at last. 

[Ex. Fleet. L. Fleet, and Page. 

I E E 


Enter Page. 

L. Lam. Imprison'd too, i'th' Tower! what Fate i| 
mine? [Leans on De 

Page. Madam, the fine Heroick's come to wait on you 
L. Lam. Hah ! Love/ess! let him not see the Ruin o| 
my Greatness, which he foretold, and kindly begg'd 
wou'd usurp no more. 

Enter Loveless. 

Lov. This News has brought me back, I love thi| 


Vain as she is, in spite of all her Fopperies of State 

[Bows to her^ and looks sat 

L. Lam. Alas, I do not merit thy Respect, 
I'm fall'n to Scorn, to Pity and Contempt. [JVeeping 
Ah, Loveless, fly the wretched 
Thy Virtue is too noble to be shin'd on 
By any thing but rising Suns alone : 
I'm a declining Shade 

Lov. By Heaven, you were never great till now ; 
I never thought thee so much worth my Love, 
My Knee, and Adoration, till this Minute. [Kneels \ 

I come to offer you my Life, and all 
The little Fortune the rude Herd has left me. 

L. Lam. Is there such God-like Virtue in your Sex ? 
Or, rather, in your Party. 

Curse on the Lyes and Cheats of Conventicles, 
That taught me first to think Heroicks Devils, 
Blood-thirsty, leud, tyrannick, salvage Monsters. 
But I believe 'em Angels all, if all like Love/ess. 
What heavenly thing then must the Master be, 
Whose Servants are divine? [Enter Page running. 

Page. Oh, Madam! all the Heroick Boys are up in Arms. I 
and swear they'll have your Highness, dead or alive, they 
have besieg'd the House. 

L. Lam. Heav'ns, the Rabble ! those faithless things 


that us'd to croud my Coach's Wheels, and stop my 
Passage, with their officious Noise and Adoration. 
Enter Freeman. 

Free. Loveless, thy Aid ; the City-Sparks are up ; 
Their zealous Loyalty admits no Bounds. 
A glorious Change is coming, and I'll appear now barefac'd. 

Lov. Madam, fear not the Rabble ; retire. Freeman and 
I can still 'em. [Leads her in, and bows low. 

Free. My dear Maria, I shall claim ye shortly 

L. Des. Do your worst, I'm ready for the Challenge. 

[Go in. 

[Ex. Lov. and Free, another way. 


SCENE III. The Street. 
Enter Captain and the rest. 

Capt. I say we'll have the She-Politican out, she did 
more mischief than her Husband, pitiful, dittiful Lambert ; 
who is, thanks be prais'd, in the Tower, to which place 
Lord of his Mercy bring all the King's Enemies. 
All. Amen, Amen. 

Enter Lov. and Freeman. 

Lov. Why, how now, Captain, what, besiege the 
Women ! No, let us lead our Force to nobler Enemies. 

Capt. Nay, noble Chief, your Word's our Law. 

Lov. No, I resign that Title to the brave Scotch General, 
who has just now enter'd the City. 

Capt. We know it, Sir ; do you not observe how the 
Crop-ear'd Fanaticks trot out of Town ? The Rogues 
began their old belov'd Mutiny, but 'twould not do. 

Lov. A Pox upon 'em, they went out like the Snuff of 
a Candle, stinkingly and blinkingly. 

i Pr. Ay, ay, let 'em hang themselves, and then they 
are cold Meat for the Devil. 

Capt. But, noble Champion, I hope we may have leave 
to roast the Rump to night. 


Lov. With all our Hearts, here's Mony to make Fires 
Free. And here's for Drink to't, Boys. 
All. Hey Viva le Roy, viva les Heroicki! 

[Go out hollowing. 

Enter Ananias peeping. Felt-maker, and Joyner. 

Ana. So, the Rabble's gone : ah, Brethren ! what will 
this wicked World come to ? 

Felt. Alack, alack, to no Goodness, you may be sure: 
pray what's the News? 

[Fleet, peeping out of a Gar ret- Window. 

Fleet. Anania, Anania ! 

Ana. Who calleth Ananias ? lo, here am I. 

Fleet. Behold, it is I, look up. How goeth tidings? 

Ana. Full ill, I fear ; 'tis a bad Omen to see your Lord 
ship so nigh Heaven ; when the Saints are Garretified. 

Fleet. I am fortifying my self against the Evil-Day. 

Ana. Which is come upon us like a Thief in the night; 
like a Torrent from the Mountain of Waters, or a Whirl 
wind from the Wilderness. 

Fleet. Why, what has the Scotch General done ? 

Ana. Ah ! he playeth the Devil with the Saints in the 
City, because they put the Covenant-Oath unto him ; he 
pulls up their Gates, their Posts and Chains, and enters. 

Felt. And wou'd the wicked City let him have his 
beastly Will of her ? 

Ana. Nay, but she was ravish'd deflower'd. 

Joy. How, ravish'd ! oh monstrous ! was ever such a 
Rape committed upon an innocent City? lay her Legs 
open to the wide World, for every Knave to view her' I 

Felt. Ah, ah ! what Days, what Times, and what |l 
Seasons are here ? [Exeunt. 

Enter Capt. Corp. and Prent. with Faggots, hollowing. 
Corp. What say you now, Lads, is not my Prophecy I 
truer than Lilly's? I told you the Rump would fall to ,11 

it. ivj THK GOOD OLD CAUSE 421 

mr handling and drinking for : the King's proclaim'd, 


Capt. Ay, ay, Lilly, a Plague on him, he prophesied 
\^ambert should be uppermost. 

Corp. Yes, he meant perhaps on Westminster Pinacle : 
there's Lilly now, with all his Prophecies against the 
loyal Family ? 

Capt. In one of his Twelve Houses. 

I Pren. We'll fire him out to Night, Boy ; come, all 
lands to work for the Fire. [Ex. all hollowing. 

Fleet. Ah, dismal, heavy day, a day of Grief and Woe, 
r hich hast bereft me of my hopes for ay, 

i, Lard, ah what shall I do ? [Exit. 

SCENE IV. A Chamber in Lambert's House. 

Enter Lov. leading L. Lam. in disguise^ Page and 
Gilliflower disguised, Lov. dressing her. 

Lov. My Charmer, why these Tears, 
jlf for the fall of all thy painted Glories, 
"hou art, in the esteem of all good Men, 
ibove what thou wert then ? 

glorious Sun is rising in our Hemisphere, 
Lnd I, amongst the crowd of Loyal Sufferers, 
jhall share in its kindly Rays. 
L. Lam. Best of thy Sex 
r hat have I left to gratify thy Goodness ? 
Lov. You have already by your noble Bounty, 
iMade me a Fortune, had I nothing else; 
ill which I render back, with all that Wealth 
Heaven and my Parents left me : 
Which, tho unjustly now detain'd from me, 
Will once again be mine, and then be yours. 

Enter Free. 

Free. Come, haste, the Rabble gather round the House, 
And swear they'll have this Sorceress. 


Lov. Let me loose among 'em, their rude officioi 
Honesty must be punish'd. 

L. Lam. Oh, let me out, do not expose thy Person t< 
their mad Rage, rather resign the Victim. [Holds him\ 

Lov. Resign thee ! by Heaven, I think I shou'd turr 
Rebel first. 

Enter La. Des. disguised, and Tom with Jewels in a Box\ 

L. Des. With much ado, according to thy direction^ 
dear Freeman, I have pass'd the Pikes, my House being 
surrounded ; and my Husband demanded, fell down d< 
with fear. 

Free. How, thy Husband dead ! 

L. Des. Dead as old Oliver, and much ado I got of 
with these Jewels, the Rabble swore I was one of tht 
Party; and had not the honest Corporal convinc'd em, ]| 
had been pull'd to pieces. Come, haste away, Madam I 
we shall be roasted with the Rump else. 

L. Lam. Adieu, dear Mansion ! whose rich gilded Roof 
so oft put me in mind of Majesty And thou, my Bed o I 
State, where my soft Slumbers have presented me witH 
Diadems and Scepters when waking I have stretch'd mj 
greedy Arms to grasp the vanish'd Phantom ! ah, adieu 
and all my hopes of Royalty adieu. 

Free. And dare you put your self into my Protection!! 
Well, if you do, I doubt you'll never be your own Wor 

L. Des. No matter, I'm better lost than found on sue 
occasions. [Exeunt. 

SCENE V. A Street ; a great Bonfire, with Spits, and 

Rumps roasting, and the Mobile about the Fire, with 

Pots, Bottles, Fiddles. 

1 Pren. Here, Jack, a Health to the King. 

2 Pren. Let it pass, Lad, and next to the noble General. 
I Pren. Ralph, baste the Rump well, or ne'er hope tc 

see a King agen. 


3 Pren. The Rump will baste it self, it has been well 

Enter Freeman, L. Des. Loveless, and L. Lam. Gill. 
Tom, Pages, &c. 

Cap. Hah, Noble Champion, faith, Sir, you must honour 
is so far as to drink the King's Health, and the noble 
"reneral's, before you go. 

'nter Wariston, drest like a Pedlar, with a Box about bis 
Neck fall of Ballads and Things. 

War. Will ya buy a guedly Ballat or a Scotch Spur, 
iirs ? a guedly Ballat, or a Scotch Spur. 'Sbread, Fs scapt 
litherte weele enough, I's sav'd my Crag fro stretching 
:wa Inches longer than 'twas borne : will ya buy a Jack- 
ine to roast the Rump, a new Jack Lambert Line ? or a 
ilithe Ditty of the Noble Scotch General? come buy my 

Cap. How, a Ditty o'th' General? let's see't, Sirrah. 

War. 'Sbread, Sirs, and here's the guedly Ballat of the 
reneral's coming out of Scotland. 

Cap. Here, who sings it? we'll all bear the bob. 

[Wariston sings the Ballad, all bearing the Bob. 

Enter Ananias crying Almanacks. 

Ana. New Almanacks, new Almanacks. 
Cap. Hah, who have we here ? Ananias, Holder-forth 
of Clement's Parish ? 

All. Ha, a Traytor, a Traytor. 

Lov. If I am not mistaken, this blithe Ballad-singer 
too was Chair-man to the Committee of Safety. 
Cap. Is your Lordship turned Pedlar at last? 
War. What mon I do noo ? Lerd, ne mere Lerd than 
yar sel, Sir ; wons I show 'em a fair pair of Heels. 

[ Goes to run away, they get him on a Colt-staff, with 
Ananias on another, Fidlers playing Fortune my 
Foe, round the Fire. 


Cap. Play Fortune my Foe, Sirrah. 

Enter Hewson, drest like a Country Fellow. 

Cor. Who are you, Sirrah ? you have the mark o'th' 

Hews. Who aye, Sir ? Aye am a Doncer, that cornel 
a merry-making among ya 

Cap. Come, Sirrah, your Feats of Activity quickly then.l 
[He dances ; which ended, they get him on a Colt-\ 
staff) and cry a Cobler, a Cobler. 

All. A Cobler, a Cobler. 

Cap. To Prison with the Traytors, and then we have* 
made a good Night's work on't. 

Then let's all home, and to the Powers Divine 

Pray for the King, and all the Sacred Line. [Exeunt. 


Spoken by Lady Desbro. 

THE yizor't off, and now I dare appear. 

High for the Royal Cause in Cavalier ; 

Tho once as true a Whig as most of you, 

Coud cant, and lye, preach, and dissemble too : 

So far you drew me in, but faith I '// be 

Revenged on you for thus debauching me : 

Some of your pious Cheats I '// open lay, 

That lead your Ignoramus Flock astray : 

For since I cannot fight, I will not fail 

To exercise my Talent, that's to rail. 

Te Race of Hypocrites, whose Cloak of Zeal 

Covers the Knave that cants for Commonweal, 

All Laws, the Church and State to Ruin brings, 

And impudently sets a Rule on Kings ; 

Ruin, destroy, all's good that you decree 

By your Infallible Presbytery, 

Prosperous at first, in Ills you grow so vain, 

You thought to play the Old Game o'er again : 


And thus the Cheat was put upon the Nation, \ 

First with Long Parliaments, next Reformation, 
And now you hop'd to make a new Invasion : 
And when you can't prevail by open Force, \ 

To cunning tickling Tricks you have recourse, 
And raise Sedition forth without Remorse. ) 

Confound these cursed Tories, then they cry, [In a preach- 
Those Fools, those Pimps to Monarchy, ing tone. 

Those that exclude the Saints ; yet open th' Door, 
To introduce the Babylonian Whore. 
By Sacred Oliver the Nation's mad ; 
Beloved, 'twas not so when he was Head : 
But then, as I have said it oft before ye, 
A Cavalier was but a Type ofTory. 
The Curs durst then not bark, but all the Breed 
Is much encreas'd since that good Man was dead : 
Yet then they railed against the Good Old Cause, 
Rail 'd foolishly for Loyalty, and Laws ; 
But when the Saints had put them to a stand, 
We left them Loyalty, and took their Land: 
Tea, and the pious Work of Reformation 
Rewarded was with Plunder, Sequestration. 
Thus cant the Faithful ; nay, they're so uncivil, 
To pray us harmless Players to the Devil. 
When this is all th' Exception they can make, 
They damn us for our Glorious Master's sake. 
But why 'gainst us do you unjustly arm ? 
Our small Religion sure can do no harm ; 
Or if it do, since that's the only thing, 
IVe will reform when you are true to th' King. 




.9 Diego, Page to Don Antonio. Neither 4tos nor 1724 give the page's 

name, but it is furnished by the stage direction Act ii. i, p. 32. I have 

added Hellena's page, Belvile's page, and Blunt's man to the list as it 

appears in 4103 and 1724. 
N. 9 Angelica. 4tos give 'Angellica* throughout. I have retained 1724 

'Angelica' as more correct. 

1.12,1.5 my things. 1724 misprints 'methinks '. 
I. 17, 1. 14 as those "which . . . 410 1677 prints this as a separate line of 

blank verse. 410 1709 italicizes it. 
1.23, 1. 12 She often passes . . . 410 1709 puts this stage direction before 

Blunt's speech. 

.24, 1. 18 Ex. all the Women. I have added 'except Lucetta" as she is in 
dividually directed to make her exit with Blunt later and not at this point. 
1.32,1.23 Pedro. Ha I 1724 omits. 
lj.32,1.28 aside. 1724 omits. 
'35 '-33 bis shirt bloody. 1 724 gives ' their shirts' but 4tos, more correctly, 

'his shirt'. It is only Willmore who has been wounded. 
'. 38, 1. 6 high ftK Mouth. 1724, 1735 misprint 'Month'. 
I). 39, 1. 8 This last reserve. 1724 omits 'reserve'. 

'.39, 1. 10 by me. 1724 omits the repetition of 'by me'. 
|>. 39, 1. 14 cure. 1724 misprints 'curse'. 
I). 40, 1. 9 Thou art a bra-ve Fellow. 1 724 prints this speech as prose but the 

4tos, which I have followed, divide metrically. 
I). 44,1. i Thou laou't. 4to 1677. 1724 wrongly reads 'won't'. 1735 


13.45,1.8 ago. 410 1677. 1724 misprints 'go*. 
J3.47, 1. 26 starts. 4tos read ' stares' but I retain 1724 'starts' as more 

x 47, 1.31 Expect! 1724 gives this speech as prose. I follow metrical 

division of 4103. 

jp. 49, 1. 1 6 rally. 1724 misprints 'railly*. 
jp. 52, 1. 5 Exeunt. 1724 omits this necessary stage direction. 
I p. 52, 1.31 Exit. 1724 misprints 'aside', 
p. 53, 1. 5 Enter Sancho. 4tos, but misprint after Sancho's speech. 1724 omits, 

but misprints an 'exit Sancho', and gives 'exit' after Blunt's speech 

instead of 'exeunt', 
p. 54, l.g Pimfs ! 1724 'Imps'. 

p. 55, 1. 12 sheer. 410 1677. 4to 1709 and 1724 read wrongly 'share', 
p. 64, 1.4 Ant. 410 1677 wrongly gives this speech to Belvile. 410 1709 

and ed. 1724 assign it correctly. 

430 NOTES 

p. 64, 1. 14 ThatOpinion. 1724 prints this speech as prose. I follow metri 

division of 4tos. 

p. 65, 1.4 Aside. 410 1677. 1724 and 1735 omit this stage direction, 
p. 65, 1. 1 1 Masquing Habit. 1724, 1735, 'Masque habit', 
p. 66, 1. 2 If you strike. 1724, 1735 omit this line, 
p. 66, 1.2i Belv. Love Florinda ! 4tos give this speech as prose. 17; 

p. 67, 1.35 Fred. 'tis he 1724 and 1735 mistaking 'Fred.' for speech 

prefix give this line to Frederick, 
p. 68, 1. i Belv. Vizard . . . 1724, 1735, read 'Vizard falls out on's Hand, 
p. 68, 1. 13 Nay t anyou . . . 4103 and 1724, print as prose. This speech i 

obviously metrical, 
p. 69, 1. 17 lamallRage! 410 1677 divides metrically. 1724 prints as prow 
p. 71, 1.26 unconstant. 1724, 1735 'inconstant', 
p. 73, 1. 23 Aside. 4tos omit this necessary stage direction, 
p. 73, 1.24 Now I perceive. 1724 prints this as prose. 4tos metrically. 
p. 75, 1. 12 So,you have made. . . 1724, 1735 prose. 4tos metrically, 
p. 76, 1. 16 Tou are mistaken. 1724, 1735 prose. 4108. metrically, 
p. 76, 1. 20 continence. 1724 misprints 'continuance*, 
p. 76, 1.23 Will. 1677 misprinting, omits this speech-prefix, 
p. 77, 1. 8 has Wit. 1724 misprints 'Whas it*, 
p. 79, 1. 20 A Woman ! 1724 omits 'A*, 
p. 80, 1. 16 the Rogue. 1724 omits 'the*, 
p. 82, 1. 14 He starts up. 1677 410 misprints 'she*, 
p. 84,1. 18 dexterous. 1724 misprints ' dexetrous*. 1735 'dextrous', 
p. 86, 1. 10 Exeunt. 1724 wrongly 'exit'. 

p. 86, 1. 12 Blunfs Chamber. 4tos 'Chamber '. 1724, 1735, 'Room', 
p. 86, 1. 13 as at bis Chamber-door. 1724, 1735, omit 'as', 
p. 87, 1. 20 and Belvile's Page. I have added this entrance which 4103 ani 

1724 omit, as late in the scene an exit is marked for the page, 
p. 97, 1. 3 Hah ! Angelica ! 410 1677 mistakenly marks this speech befor 

the stage direction, 
p. 97, 1.4 What Devil. 1724, 1735 'What the Devil', which weakens th 

whole passage. 
p. 107 Post-Script. This is only given in the first 410 (1677). 


p. 1 1 7 I have added to the Dramatis Personae ' Rag, boy to Willmore ', an. 
' Porter at the English Ambassador's*. 

p. 118, 
p. 118, 

p. I 20, 
p. I 20, 
p. 120, 
p. 122, 
p. 123, 
p. 124, 
p. 126, 

Scene I. I have added the locale 'A Street*. 
4 Campain. 410 1681 'campania'. 
17 but cold. 1724 'and cold'. 
28 embracing. 1724 omits. 
32 Philies. 410 1681 'Philoes'. 
30 Brussels. 410 1 68 1 'Bruxels'. 
21 But that. 1724 prints these two lines as prose. 
3 Marcy. 1724 'Mercy'. 
1 6 get 'em ready. 1724 'get it ready'. 

NOTES 431 

1 128, 1. 33 pickl'd Pilchard. 1724 ' pickle Pilchard*. 

128, 1. 34 like a Christmas Sweet-heart. 410 1681 'boto Christmas Sweet 
heart '. 

129,1.26 have 1. 1 724 'I have*. 
131,1.36 hot Shot. 1724 omits 'hot'. 

134, 1.9 to receive. 1724, wrongly, 'to deceive*. 

135, 1. 9 Scene I. I have added the locale 'The Street*. 

142, 1. 5 Harlequin, Scaramouche. I have added these two names to the 
stage direction. Harlequin is obviously present from the business. 
Scaramouche is given in Dramatis Person*, 410 1681 and 1724, but in 
neither is any entry or exit marked throughout the play. In Killigrew, 
whom Mrs. Behn is here following very closely, Scaramouche is the 
quack's servant and appears in this scene. Accordingly I have marked 
him an entrance. 

142,1.13 Maremaids. 1724 'Mairmaids*. 

142, 1. 26 an a Man. 4to 1681 'and a Man*. 

142,1.28 and falls. 410 1681 'who falls'. 

145,1.30 on the Mountebank's Stage. 410 1681 'on the stage of the 
Mountebank '. 

146, 1. i This isjlat Conjuration. 4to 1681 'This flat Conjuration'. 

146, 1.7 what's here. 410 1681 'what here". 

148, 1. 1 1 Ex. Feth. and Blunt. 410 1681 and 1724 ' [Ex.' 

148, 1. 12 Scene II. Changes. 410 1681 and 1724 'Scene changes'. 

148,11.21,27,33 [bis. 1724 omits. 

150, 1. 2 my Cousin Endymion. 1724 ' Endymion's'. 

150, 1. 1 6 Sommes. 410 1681 and 1724 'somme*. 

152,1.5 Snush. 1724 'snuff'. 

154, 1.25 Gargantua. 4to 1681 'Garigantua', and omits 'of. 

155, 1. 5 and Harlequin attending. Harlequin's entrance is not marked in 
4to 1 68 1 or in 1724, but it is necessary here as he is addressed by 
the Dwarf. 

156,1.22 Hu, how scornful. 1724 omits 'Hu'. 

'57> 1-37 t\th Harlequin. Harlequin's exit unmarked in 410 1681 and 


159, 1. 10 Talks to Hunt. 410 1681, wrongly, 'Talks to Will'. 
161, 1. 4 faithless as the Winds. 1724 'Wind'. 
161, 1. 17 fixt Resolves. 1724 'fixt Resolve'. 
163,1.13 he may again rally. 1724 ' railly'. 
163, 1. 27 them that tries me. 1724 'them that tire me'. 
165, 1. 21 set such Price on. 1724 'set a Price on'. 

165, 1. 33 I grow weary. 410 1681 'I grew weary". 

166, 1. 2 sure he knows me not. 1724 omits 'he'. 

166, 1. 1 6 better than an Age of Scorn from a proud faithless Beauty ? 1724 
'better from Age of Scorn than a proud faithless Beauty?' 

167, 1. 2 and all to bekiss me. 1724 'and kiss me'. 

167, 1. 21 Laying his hand on his Sword. 410 1681 gives stage direction 
as '[His Sword.' 

168, 1. 23 ails he? 1724 'ye*. 

169,1.24 who ivoust. 410 1681 'who'st'. 1724 'wou'st'. 

432 NOTES 

p. 169, 1. 25 turn me out despis'd. 1724 'turn me out so despis'd'. 

p. 169, 1. 28 Charms shall hold. 410 1681 'Charms can hold'. 

p. 169, 1. 35 she holds him. 1724 omits 'him'. 

p. 171, 1. 3 a Purse or hands full of Gold. 1724 'a Purse of Gold '. 

p. 172, 1. 30 Ariadne, [feels.'] Tis so ! 1724 omits '[feels]'. 

p. 173, 1. 3 / ever bad. 1724, wrongly, 'I ne'er had'. 

p. 173, 1.27 My hope. 410 1681 'ever hope'. 

p. 174, 1. 3 Orange-grove. 1724 'orange-garden'. 

p. 175, 1. 20 Was this done. 1724 'Was not this done'. 

p. 178, 1.28 in the Piazza. 410 1681 'Piazzo', and always this form. 

p. 178, 1. 35 and goes out. 410 1681 'and ex.' 

p. 1 8 1, 1. II -whistle to the Birds. 1724 'whistle to Birds'. 

p. 182, 1. 1 8 Aur. Well, the Stranger. 1724 'Ant. Well, the Stranger'. 

p. 183, 1. 6 that *was the Reason then she came. 1724 omits 'then'. 

p. 183, 1. 13 The Seigniora perhaps may be angry. 1724 'Seignior'. 

p. 184, 1. I Damn all dissembling. 1724 prints this speech as prose. 

p. 184, 1. 9 Love's diviner Dictates. 1724 'Love's divine Dictates'. 

p. 184, 1. 19 false Tenents. 1724, wrongly, 'False Tenements'. 

p. 187, 1. 13 Oh, any ivhither, any -whither. 1724 'any where, any where*. 

p. 187, 1. 24 / believed he bad. 1724 'I believe he has '. 

p. 187, 1. 31 no matter -whither 'tis. 1724 'no matter which 'tis'. 

p. 1 88, 1.9 Abev. sings. 410 1681 and 1724 'The Boy sings . .', but h 

name has already been given. 

p. 190, 1. 1 1 Tofnd out this Rest. 1724 'To find this Rest', 
p. 190, 1. 32 La Nu. 'Tis he -whom I expect. 1724 gives this speech as pron 
p. 191, 1. 10 -whence I fetcht my Gold. 1724 'whence I fetch my Gold', 
p. 191,1. 18 they are by dark. 1724 omits. 

p. 192, 1. 33 What is't to be adorn' d. 1724 'What 'tis to be adorn'd'. 
p. 193, 1. 19 Wou'd! by Heaven, thou bast. 1724 gives this as prose, 1 69 

metrically. I have followed the 4to, attempting a rather better divisic 

of the lines, 
p. 193, 1. 32 The last indeed. The first three lines of this speech metrical! 

as 410 1 68 1. 1724 prints as prose. 

p. 194, 1.22 his Youth and Beauty. 410 1681 'this Youth and Beauty", 
p. 195, 1. 5 not a Landlady, \_bis. 1724 omits '[bis.* 
p. 195, 1. 1 8 La Nu. Left by both! 410 1681 'Left by both?' 
p. 195, 1. 20 and Beau. I have added this exit. It is unmarked in 4to 168 

and in 1724. 

p. 198, 1. 9 in the dark. 410 1681 'by dark', 
p. 199, 1. 2 un Portavera Poco. 1724 misprints 'Porsavera'. 
p. 200, 1. 12 Harh Qui estlh? 410 1681 'Harl. Que et la !' 
p. 200, 1. 17 / am discover'd. 1724 'I am discower'd'. 
p. 200, 1. 22 Feth. Hah my Lady Monster! 410 1681 omits to mark 

change of scene Feth. again as speech-prefix. 
p. 203, 1. 13 Ex. all. 1724 omits 'all'. 
p.203, 1.31 out of band. [Aside. 410 1681 omits 'Aside '. 
p. 205, 1. 27 Ariadne ! Ho-w vain is ail. 1724 give this speech as prose. 

have followed the metrical division of the 410 1681 with some sligl 

rearrangement of the lines. 

NOTES 433 



23 John Pofages. 1724 'Jean Potages'. 

26 tbou foul filthy Synagogue. 1724 'foul-filthy'. 

23 d'ye see. 410 1681 'desee'. 

24 Myrmidons. 4to 1 68 1 'Mermidons*. 

28 -wiser than your other Men. 1724 omits 'your'. 

21 Gets from her. 1724 omits this stage direction. 
. 14 They lay hold on him. 410 1681 'of him'. 
. 26 nobly throw away. 1724 'throw a Way'. 

_^ ^ / i ~ - j 

I >.2i3, 11. 3-22 All this won'tdo. The concluding twenty lines of the Epilogue 
are only given in 4to 1681. All subsequent editions omit them. 


Ip. 226 I have added to the Dramatis Personae 'Boy, Page to Marcel, 
Servant to Carlo, A Friar, Swains, Four Shepherds, Four Nymphs, 
Dutch men and Dutch women.' 

-, 1. 3 The locale A Street is not marked in 410 1673 or 1724. 
3p.229, 1.4 Christian. 1724 'Christian'. 
,jp. 231, 1. 8 bis nice Honour. 1724, wrongly, omits 'nice', 
jp. 232, 1. 3 / must still love on. 1724 omits 'still', 
p. 233, 1. 6 after long Despairs. 1724 'after long Despair'. 
|jp. 233, 1.21 too much of Joy. 1724 'Joys'. 
J p. 233, 1. 28 change thy Wonder. 410 1673 'Wonders'. 
[p. 234, 1.23 Marcel is sur -prized. I 724 omits this stage direction. 
I p. 234, 1. 36 And tbou, Antonio, that has betray' d her. 410 1673 'And thou, 
Antonio, thou hast bctray'd her". 1724 'And thou, Antonio, thou that 
hast betray'd her". 

p. 235, 1. 17 a kind obliging Lady. 1724 'A kind of obliging Lady', 
p. 236, 1. 4 Am I a Dog. 410 1673 wrongly marks this line 'aside', 
p. 236, 1. 10 I, like the Birds. 410 1673 omits 'the '. 
p. 237, 1. i Biscay, a Surgeon. 410 1673 omits 'a', 
p. 237, 1.7 Down of Swans. 1724 'Swan', 
p. 238, 1.3 and UK d him. 1724 ' and like him '. 
p. 240, 1. 2 this is the first. 1724 'this was the first', 
p. 240, 1. 34 to bis heart. 1724 omits, 
p. 241, 1. 8 Prithee instruct. 410 1673 as P rose - 
p. 241, 1. 20 Command me. 4to 1673 as prose. 
p. 242, 1.13 My Death. 1724 ' me death '. 
p. 24^, 1. 8 undone its Fame. 1724 'undone his Fame', 
p. 244, l.i i the next Morning's Sun. 4to 1673'^' Approach of next 

Morning's Sun'. 1724 'of the next Morning Sun', 
p. 244, 1. 31 They go out. 410 1673 omits 'they', 
p. 248, 1. 33 Come, come. 1724 prints this speech as prose, 
p. 249, 1. 20 Look at one another and go. 1724 omits, reading 'exeunt '. 
p. 251, 1. 10 very unlucky. 410 1673 <ver >' unluckily', 
p. 252, 1. 21 Marcel coming towards him jostles him. 410 1673 reads 'Marcel 

coming towards justles him'. 

p. 253, 1. 7 given him some. 410 1673 omits 'him'. 

p. 257, 1. 12 Of your Victims. 1724 prints this line and the next as prose. 

434 NOTES 

p. 257, 1. 24 Offers her a Dagger. 1724 omits ' her '. 

p. 259, 1. 31 a Pox of her terms. 1724 'A Pox on her terms'. 

p. 261, 1. 5 Hauncc -van Eael. 1724 ' Hance'. 

p. 266, 1. 2 I cry you Mercy. 1724 ' I cry your Mercy'. 

p. 266, 1. 1 1 be does not boast. 410 1673, wrongly, 'he does but boast'. 

p. 267, 1. 36 But do you find her. 1724 ' But do you not find her'. 

p. 268, 1. 1 1 'tis certain 'tis so. 1724 ''tis certain so '. 

p. 269, 1. 19 lest be surprize us. 1724 'lest he surprizes us'. 

p. 269, 1. 27 Ah, ah^ a pox of all Sea-Voyages. 1724 omits 'all '. 

p. 270, 1. 28 to our Courages. 1724 ' Courage'. 

p. 271, 1. 24 over a Leg. 1724 'over Leg'. 

p. 272, 1.21 Rummer. 410 1673 ' Romer'. 

p. 272, 1.33 that's not the Fashion. 1724 omits ' not '. 

p. 272, 1. 34 Til manage her. 1724 ' I manage her*. 

p. 273, 1.6 Scene III. Draws off. A Grove. 1724 omits 'Draws off.' 

have added the locale 'A Grove.' 

p. 278, 1. 24 bow darst tbou. 1724 ' how durst thou '. 
p. 278, 1.34 that could not defend. 410 1673 omits 'that*, 
p. 283, 1. 34 you knew not of my Brother's. 1724 'you know not my Brother's 

and omits '[To Franc." 
p. 284, 1.4 to see the fair Clarinda [Goes to Clarinda\ here, is a Happiness 

1724 'to see the fair Clarinda [Goes to Clarinda.] Here is a Happiness' 
p. 285, 1.7 Goes out. 1 724 'Exit'. 

p. 286, 1. 27 Surlily to him. 1724 ' Goes surlily to him', 
p. 287, 1. 26 by instinct. [Aside. 1724 omits 'Aside', 
p. 287, 1.27 Stands looking very simply. 1724 omits 'very', 
p. 288, 1. 5 neiv-fasbion'd Spanish Civility. 1724 omits ' Spanish '. 
p. 289, 1. 13 it made my Stomach wamble. 1724 'it had made'. 
p.289- 1.32 Gaber. i724'Gabor'. 
p. 290, 1. 28 Fakes, to entertain. 1 724 ' Faith '. 
p. 291, 1. 5 They two dance. 1724 'They too dance .' 
p. 296, 1. 2 Runs behind Lovis. 1724 omits. 

p. 297, 1. I / declare it here upon. 1724 ' Here I declare it upon '. 
p. 298, 1. 13 who starts as afraid. 1724 misreads 'as aforesaid .' 
p. 301, 1.6 Oh, is it bravely done. 1724 'Oh, it is bravely done . .' anc 

punctuates':' instead of'?' 

p. 301, 1. 12 on this Body. 1724, wrongly, 'on thy Body', 
p. 301, 1. 34 Takes to bis Sword. 1724 'the Sword', 
p. 310, 1. 3 Cleo. Oh my Fears. 410 1673 wrongly marks 'aside', 
p. 312, 1. 3 ffeeps. This stage direction is not given by 410 1673. 
p. 319, 1. i How very very wicked. 1724 ' How very wicked', 
p. 319, 1.32 Count d' Olivarex. 4to 1673 here and elsewhere when the 

name occurs 'Conte De Olivari's*. 

p. 320, 1.17 if you are pleas' d. 1724 'if your are pleas'd '. 
p. 322, 1. I Carlo's House. 4to 1673 'House of Carlo'. 
p. 322, 1. 5 Dor. As for. 410 1673 misreads 'Dom. As for', 
p. 323, 1. 1 1 Hau. What a Devil. 1724 ' Hau. What the Devil '. 
p. 324,1. 7 Truth. [Goes out. 1724 'Exit.' 
p. 324, 1. 20 God-ba' -Mercy. 1724 ' God-a-Mercy '. 
p. 324, 1. 20 Go in. 1724 omits. 

NOTES 425 


p. 337 To The Right Noble Henry Fite-Roy. The Dedicatory Epistle only 

appears in the two 4103, 1682 and 1698. 

lip. 337, 1. 3 1 Good Old Cause. ' Couse ' to represent a Cockney pronunciation. 
Ip. 339, 1.28 Ignoramus the 1st and the zd. Mrs. Behn deftly compares the 

verdict of that faction which would have damned her play with the 

verdict given by the City jury who acquitted Shaftesbury. 
p. 341, 1.7 yclepcd Hewson. 410 'Eclipsed Huson'. 
Ip. 343 Dramatis Persona. I have added, 'Captain of the Prentices, Page to 

Lady Fleetwood, A Felt-maker, A Joyner, Doorkeeper, Two Clerks, 

Three Soldiers, Women Servants to Lady Lambert, Petitioners, Servants, 

Guards.' The name of Lady Desbro's Page, Tom, is supplied by 

Act iv, i. For Sanctijy'd Mobile, 1724 reads 'Sanctify'd Mobility', 
p. 344, 1.21 Push a Pike. 1724 'Push of Pike'. 
Ip. 347, 1-3 Go out. 1724 'Goes out'. 

p. 347, 1. 1 1 the rest of the Soldiers. 1724 'the rest of Soldiers', 
p. 350, 1. 14 Love, Wit and Beauty. 1724 prints these lines as prose, 
p. 350, 1. 17 A God! altbo bis outside. 4tos and 1724 print this speech as 


p. 350, 1. 22 No, methought be grew. 1724 prints this speech as prose. 
I p. 351, 1. 10 Ha, be' s yonder. 1724 prints this speech as prose. 
j p. 353, 1. 1 6 Exeunt both. 1724 'exeunt', 4tos 'exit both', 
p. 353, 1.17 Scene II. A Chamber in Lambert's House. 4tos 'Scene a 

Chamber.' 1724 'SCENE. A Chamber.' I have added 'II' and 'in 

Lambert's House." 

p. 354, 1. 19 bow ba-ve I sbow'd. 1724 misprints 'how have show'd'. 
p. 355, 1.28 the Lard' s handling. 1724 'the Lord's', 4tos 'Lard's', 
p. 356, 1. 28 light onyu. 1724 'light on you', 
p. 358, I. i a brave Man. 1724 'a brave Man', 
p. 358, l.i I may cooncel. 1724 'I may counsel', 
p. 358, 1. 10 he's a brave Man, a Man indeed, gen. 1724 'he's a brave Mon 

indeed gen', 
p. 359, 1. 1 1 Scene I. A Chamber of State in Lambert's House. I have added 

'in Lambert's House'. 

p. 360, 1. 22 admit him tho". 1724 omits 'tho' '. 
p. 360, 1. 25 / should say. 1724 misprints 'I shou'd stay*, 
p. 360, 1. 27 these Heroicks are punctual men. 1724 omits 'men', 
p. 361, 1. 4 Walks away. 1724 omits this stage direction. 
p. 361, 1. 17 Some such trivial thing. 1724 'some such trifling thing', 
p. 365, 1. 28 Verily ive should live. 1724 'Verily ye should live', 
p. 366, 1. 21 Write Panegyricks. 1724 prints these concluding four lines as 

prose. 4tos metrically. 

p. 367, 1. 2 Lambert -will destroy all. 1724 ' Lambert would destroy all', 
p. 368, 1. i Or Mind cmbyass'd. 1724 'Embarass'd'. 
p. 368, 1. 12 Execrations. 1724 'Excrations '. 
p. 368, 1. 28 Cry mercy, Madam. 1724 omits 'Madam', 
p. 368, 1. 29 most lucky Minute. 1724 'most unlucky Minute', 
p. 370, 1.19 my Honourable Lord is busied. 1724 'has business'. 

436 NOTES 

p. 370, 1.22 extemporary. 1724 'extempore*. 

P- 37 3> ! 33 0/</ Oliver's Brains. 1724 ' Brain'. 

P-374J1-3 1 take ' em then for Archibald^ 'tis. 1724 'take 'em then } 

Archibald? 'tis*. 

p. 374,1. 32 ivarse. 1724 'worse'. 

p. 376, 1.6 Jfcw. My Lord, I am sorry. 1724 'Hew. I am sorry', 
p. 377, 1. 28 -what stuff's here. 1724 'what's stuff's here', 
p. 378, 1.4 Walter Walton. 1724 'Walter Walter '. 
p. 378, 1. 19 ever cam into lour, read ever came intol our. 1724 'ever ca j 


p. 378, 1.23 Fslarne. 1724 'I's learn', 
p. 379, 1.14 sefast. 1724 'so fast '. 
p. 380, 1. 16 sboosinyar. 1724 'shoes', 
p. 380, 1. 28 Malignant' s Estates. 1724 ' Malignant Estates', 
p. 382, 1. 36 she has danc'd after. 1724 ' she has danc'd here after '. 
p. 383, 1. 31 Scene II. A Chamber in Lady Desbro's House. 4tos and 171 

'Scene, a Chamber', 
p. 384, 1. 7 Enter Tom. 4tos and 1724 'Enter Page' with speech-prefix! 

'Pag.' and 'Exit Page'; but Act iv, i, 4tos we have 'Enter Page' w-l 

speech-prefix 'Tom ' and later in the same scene ' Enter Tom Page I 
p. 384, 1. 12 bear him preach. 1724 'here him preach', 
p. 385, 1.8 Beau--ty. And later 'fall -ing* to mark the sanctimonicj 

drawl. 1724 prints 'Beauty' and 'falling', 
p. 388, 11. 8, 10 Exeunt. 4tos omit. 1724 omits ' Ex. Ana.' 
p. 388, 1. 12 A Chamber in La. Desbro's House. 4tos and 1724 ' Chamb| 

Candles and Lights'. 

p. 390, 1. 33 gives us notice of. 1724 'gives us notice of it*, 
p. 391, 1.29 come a Gad's Name. 1724 'come in Gad's Name*, 
p. 392, 1. 1 1 Nay, I say -verily, nay. 1724 'I say verily, nay', 
p. 392, 1. 17 the Lard bath given. 1724 'the Lard has given '. 
p. 392, 1.22 Enter Tom. 1724 'Enter Page', speech-prefix 'Page', ai 

'Ex. Page'; 4tos 'Enter Page', speech-prefix 'Tom', 'Ex. Tom Para 
p. 392, 1.29 we have hitherto maintain d. 1724 omits ' hitherto', 
p. 394, 1.6 A fine Chamber. I have added to 4tos and 1724 'in Lj 

Lambert's House', 
p. 395, 1.8 A great Chamber. I have added to 4105 and 1724 ' in LamberU 


p. 395, 1. 26 I's drink tol yar gued Fortune. 1 724 ' to yar gued Fortune '. 
p. 396, 1. 17 Ex. L. Lam. and Gill. I have added ' and Gill '. 
p. 396, 1. 22 light your Flambeaus. 1724 'your Flambeau*, 
p. 396, 1. 30 tvben -we real. 1724 'when we reel '. 
p. 397, 1. 8 o'er yar Liquer. 1724 ' Liquor', 
p. 397, 1. 15 I^ for a Horn-pipe. 1724 omits 'for', 
p. 397, 1. 24 Scotch Poond. 1724 ' Pound', 
p. 397, 1.24 yar Song. 1724 'your Song', 
p. 398, 1.15 lead the Donee. 1724 ' lead the Dance', 
p. 399, 1. 28 As ivell as to give. 1724 'As well as give', 
p. 399, 1. 36 Kneels. 410 1698 and 1724 omit this stage direction, 
p. 400,1.23 be puts it back. 4tos 'he put it back '. 1724 ' he puts it off 



p. 401, 1.26 my Husband woud -withdraw. 1724 'my Husband cou'd with 
p. 401, 1. 32 He lies down along on the Couch. 1724 'He lies down on the 


p. 405, 1.14 Scene I. A Street. 1724 'Scene I. Street'. 
p. 407, 1. 28 Viva le Roy, Viva le Monk! 4103 'Via la Roy, Via la Monk.' 
p. 408, 1. 23 Why, so there's some trusting. 1724 omits 'so'. 
p. 408, 1. 33 Viva the brave. 1724 'Vive the brave', 
p. 410, 1. 9 Ana. gets a Sword, andjights too. 1724 'and rights 'em', 
p. 410, 1. i o Scene II. Changes to a Chamber in La. Lambert's House. 4tos 

and 1724 'Scene changes to a Chamber', 
p. 411, 1.12 and I shall keef it. 1724 omits ' I '. 
p. 412, 1. 22 L. Lam. Thou ly'st. 4tos and 1724 print this speech as prose, 

but it admits of metrical division. 
p. 41 3, 1. 9 Gog and Magog. 4tos ' God and Magog '. 
! p. 415, 1.6 Morning and Evening Lectures. 4tos 'Mornings and Evenings 


p. 41 5, 1. 23 Enter Page with Messenger. 1 724 ' Enter Page with Messengers '. 
p. 415, 1. 30 Where's that brutal Courage. 1724 'the Brutal Courage'. 
p. 416, 1. 1 6 "whose wise "work "was that? 1724 'whose wise work's that ?' 
p. 416, 1.29 Wans, Sirs. 1724 'Wons, Sirs '. 
p. 417, 1.5 ya's ene, 1724 'ye's ene '. 
p. 417, 1.6 Mr. Leyer. 1724 Mr. Lyar'. 
p. 417, 1. 12 makes ye look. 1724 'makes you look', 
p. 41 7, 1. 36 L. Fleet and Pag. 1724 omits 'and Pag.' 
p.4i8, 1.6 no more. \Weep. 1724 omits ' Weep '. 
p. 419, 1. 1 1 Go in. 1724 only marks ' Ex.' for all characters. 
p-419, 1. 13 Scene III. The Street. 4tos and 1724 ' Scene the Street '. 
p. 420, 1. 3 Viva le Roy, viva. 1724 'Vive le Roy, vive*. 
p-420, 1. 14 ;'//, I fear ,- 'tis a bad. 1724 'ill, I fear 'tis a bad '. 
p. 420, 1.32 are here ? '[Exeunt. 4tos and 1724 omit 'Exeunt'. I supply 

this as, obviously, these characters must leave the stage when the 

Prentices rush on '. 
p.42i, 1. 12 ay, Ah, Lard, ah what. 4103 'ay, ah Lard, what'. 1724 

'ay. Lard, ah what', 
p. 421,1. 14 Scene IV. A Chamber in Lambert's House. 4tos and 1724 

'Scene, A Chamber'. 

p. 421, 1. 23 share in its kindly. 1724 'share its kindly', 
p. 422, 1. 7 and Tom with jewels. 4tos and 1724 ' Page with jewels', 
p. 422, 1. 25 Well, if you do. 1724 'Why, if you do', 
p. 422, 1.29 Scene V. A Street. 4103 and 1724 'Scene, a Street'. 
p. 423, 1. 3 Gill. Tom, Pages, &c. I have inserted Tom's name here, 
p. 424, 1. 5 come a merry-making. 1724 'come merry-making', 
p. 424, 1. 33 you grow so vain. 1724 'you grew so vain'. 
p. 425, 1.7. In a preaching tone. 1724 ' In a preachin tone '. The dropped 

'g', is not intentional here, but a misprint. 



p. 7 Rabefs Drops. Monsieur Rabell, as he is sometimes termed, was a 
famous empiric of the day. A description of his medicaments may be 
found in ' Pharmacopoeia Bateana , or, Bate's Dispensatory. Edited bjp 
William Salmon, London, 1700.' Rabell's name occurs on the title- 
page of this book, and in Section VI of the Preface Rabell's 'Stypttck 
Drops' are alluded to as having been added to the recipes found in tl 
original volume by G. Bate. An account of the manufacture and u 
of this particular remedy appears in the same volume, Lib. I, chap, x, 
under 'Sal Stypticum Rabclli'. Salmon, who edited this pharmacopoei 
was himself an irregular practitioner of some notoriety. He took pa 
in the great controversy with the doctors which raged about 1698 a 
earlier. He finds a sorry place in Garth's Dispensary, canto in, 1. 
wherein his works are alluded to as 'blessed opiates'. 

p. 8 Cits in May-day Coaches. On May-day it was the custom for all so 
and conditions of persons and pleasure parties to visit Hyde Park in 
coaches or at least on horse-back, cf. Pepys Diary, i May, 16631 
'We all took horse, and I ... rode, with some trouble, through the 
fields, and then Holborn, etc., towards Hyde Park, whither all the 
world, I think, are going; . . . there being people of all sorts in coachct 
there, to some thousands. ... By and by ... I rode home, coaches 1 
going in great crowds to the further end of the town almost.' 

p. 9 Sancbo, Pimp to Lucetta. Mr. John Lee. There were at this time two 
actors and two actresses of the name Lee, Leigh, who, especially in 
view of the eclectic spelling of seventeenth-century proper names, 
need to be carefully distinguished. John Lee, who appeared in the small 
role of Sancho and also took the equally unimportant part of Sebastian 
in Abdelazer this same year, had, according to Downes, joined the 
Duke's Company about 1670. He never rose above an entirely 
insignificant line, and we find him cast as Alexas in Pordage's Herod 
and Marianne, 1673 ; Titiro in Settle's Pastor Fido, 1676 ; Pedro in 
Porter's The French Conjurer, and Noddy in The Counterfeit Bridegroom^' 
1677. He was, it is almost certain, the husband of the famous 
Mrs. Mary Lee. Downes' entry runs as follows : ' Note, About the 
year 1670, Mrs. Aldridge, after Mrs. Lee, after Lady Slingsby, also 
Mrs. Leigh Wife, Mr. John Lee, Mr. Crosby, Mrs. Johnson, were enter- 
tain'd in the Dukes House.' There is of course some confusion here. 
Antony Leigh, it maybe noted, is not mentioned in the Roscius Anglicanui 
for another three years to come (1673), and there can be little doubt 
that the above passage should read 'also Mrs. Leigh's [Lee's] husband, 
Mr John Lee '. If this were not so, there would be no point in Downet 



mentioning so minor an actor at this juncture and in such a list. 
Crosby and Mrs. Johnson were both performers of great merit, in fact 
Dowries, a page later, has a special warm word of praise for the 
lady whom we find cast as Carolina in Shadwell's Epsom Wells (1672). 
Crosby played such parts as Mr. Cleverwit, Lucia's lover, in Ravens- 
croft's Mamamouchi (1672), Alonzo in (1677), Leander 
Fancy in 5/> Patient Fancy (1678). John Lee disappears entirely after 
1677, and his widow is first billed as Lady Slingsby in 1681. For a 
full account of this great tragedienne see note on Abdela-zer, Vol. II. 

Mrs._E_lizabh__Leigh, Moretta in The Rover, Part I, who is so 
persistently confused with Mrs. Mary Lee, was the wife of Antony 
Leigh, the celebrated comedian. In Betterton's comedy, The Revenge 
(1680), when she acted Mrs. Dashit, she is billed as Mrs. A. Lee. 
Her husband died in December, 1692. Their son Michael also gave 
great promise on the boards. The lad's name occurs in the cast of 
Shadwell's The Amorous Bigot (1690) as 'young Leigh', when he 
played Diego, a servant, to his father's Tegue o' Divelly, the Irish friar. 
Unfortunately he died at an early age, probably in the winter of 1701, 
but his younger brother Francis attained considerable success. Frank 
Leigh made his debut at Lincoln's Inn's Fields, 31 December, 1702, 
as Tristram in the original production of Mrs. Centlivre's The Stolen 
Heiress. He died in the autumn of 1719. Mrs. Leigh was herself an 
actress of no small eminence, her special line being 'affected mothers, 
aunts, and modest stale maids that had missed their market'. Says 
Cibber, ' In all these, with many others, she was extremely entertaining'. 
After 10 June, 1707, when she acted Lady Sly in Carlile's The Fortune 
Huntcrs,hcr name is no longer to be found in the bills, and in October, 
1707, Mrs. Powell is playing her parts. Mrs. Leigh's repertory was 
very large, and amongst her roles were Lady Woodvil in Etheredge's The 
Man of Mode (1676) ; Lady Plyant in The Double Dealer (1694) ; the 
Nurse in Love for Lo-ve (1695) ; the Hostess in Betterton's revival of 
Henry lV y Part I (1699) ; and Lady Wishfort in The Way of the World 
(1700). In comedies by Mrs. Behn, Mrs. Leigh only appears twice, 
Moretta, The Rover, Part I (1677) ; and Mrs. Closet, The City Heiress 

In and about 1702 another Mrs. Leigh, perhaps Frank Leigh's 
wife, made a brief appearance. She was at first cast for good parts but 
soon sank into obscurity. Thus on 21 October, 1702, she sustained 
Mrs. Plotwell in Mrs. Centlivre's The Beau s Duel ; on 28 April, 1703, 
Chloris in the Hon. Charles Boyle's insipid As You Find It. She may 
have been the Mrs. Eli. Leigh who with other performers signed a 
petition to Queen Anne in 1709. Of Mrs. Rachel Lee, who took the 
'walk-on' part of Judy, a waiting-woman, in Southern's The Maid's 
Last Prayer (1693), nothing is known, 
p. 9 Angelica Bianca, a famous Curtexan. Mrs. Givin. Anne Quin (or 
Quyn, Gwin, Gwyn as the name is indifferently spelt) was a famous 
actress of great personal beauty. She is constantly, but most erroneously, 
confounded with Nell Gwynne, and the mistake is the more unpardon 
able as both names twice occur in the same cast. When Nelly was 


acting Florimel in Dryden's Secret Love, produced February, 1667, 
Mrs. Quin played Candiope. Again, in An Evenings Love, June, 1668, 
Nell Gwynne was Jacinta, and Mrs Quin Aurelia, a role assumed later 
in the run by Mrs. Marshall. Among Mrs. Quin's more notable parts 
were Alizia (Alice Ferrers) in Orrery's The Black Prince, produced 
19 October, 1667 ; 1677, Thalestris in Pordage's The Siege of Babylon, 
and Astrea in The Constant Nymph; 1678, Lady Knowell in S/> Patient 
Fancy and Lady Squeamish in Otway's Friendship in Fashion; 1682, 
Queen Elizabeth in Banks' The Unhappy Favourite, and Sunamire in 
Southerne's The Loyal Brother. Mrs. Quin appears to have retired from 
the stage towards the close of the year 1682. There exists of thit 
actress an extremely interesting portrait which was offered for sale at 
Stevens' Auction Rooms, 26 February, 1901, but not reaching the 
reserve price, withdrawn. It is mistakenly described in the catalogue, 
as ' Miniature Portrait of Nell Gwynn on copper with original case 
and 30 cover dresses on talc . . .' An illustrated article on it, 
entitled, ' Nell Gwynne's Various Guises ', appeared in the Lad/t 
Pictorial, 23 March, of the same year, p. 470, in the course of which 
the writer says: 'Accompanying the miniature are some thirty mica 
covers in different stages of preservation upon which various head 
dresses and costumes are painted. The place where, in the ordinary 
course, the face would come is in all cases left blank, the talc being of | 
course transparent, when it is laid upon the original miniature the 
countenance of the latter becomes visible, and we are enabled to see 
Nell Gwynne [Anne Quin] as she would appear in various characters.' 
The old error has been perpetuated here, but the Lady's Pictorial ' 
reproduced half-a-dozen of these painted mica covers, and the costume* 
for the two roles of Queen Elizabeth and Sunamire can be distinctly 
recognized. Doubtless an examination of the original micas would 
soon yield an indentification of other characters. The miniature, it' 
may be noted, does not in the least resemble Nell Gwynne, so there it 
bare excuse here for the confusion. 

p. 1 1 Siege ofPampelona. Pampluna, the strongly fortified capital of Navarra, 
has from its geographical position very frequently been a centre of 
military operations. It will be remembered that it was during a siege 
of Pampluna in 1521 Ignatius Loyola received the wound which 
indirectly led to the founding of the Jesuits. 

p. 13 King Sancbo the First. Sancho I, 'the Fat', of Castile and Leon, 
reigned 955-67 : Sancho I of Aragon 1067-94. But the phrase is here 
only in a vague general sense to denote some musty and immemorial 
antiquity without any exact reference. 

p. 14. Hostel de Dieu. The first Spanish hospital was erected at Granada by 
St. Juan de Dios, founder of the Order of Hospitallers, ob. 155- 

p. 14 Gambo. The Gambia in W. Africa has been a British Colony since 
1664, when a fort, now Fort James, was founded at the mouth of the river. 

p. 17 Hogoes. Haut-gout, a relish or savoury. 

p. 26 a Piece of Eight. A piastre, a coin of varying values in different countries. 
The Spanish piastre is now synonymous with a dollar and so worth about 
four shillings. The old Italian piastre was equivalent to 31. jd. 

NOTES 44 1 

p. 30 Balcony . . . each side of the Door. With regard to the proscenium 
doors and balconies of a Restoration theatre, our knowledge of these 
points has been rendered much more exact since the valuable discovery 
by that well-known authority in stage matters, Mr. W. J. Lawrence, of 
Sir Christopher Wren's designs for the second Theatre Royal, Drury 
Lane, 1674. Beyond the proscenium on the apron there are four 
doors each with its balcony above. The height of these balconies from 
the stage is considerable, surprisingly so indeed in view of the fact 
that characters frequently have to climb up into or descend from one 
of these 'windows', e.g., Shadwell's The Miser (1672), Act. iv, when 
the drunken bullies 'bounce at the Doors', we have 'Squeeze at the 
Window in his Cap, and undressed,' who cries: 'I must venture to 
escape at this Window'; 'he leaps down', and yells, as he falls, 
'Death ! I have broke my Bones ; oh ! oh !' whilst the scowrers run up, 
exclaiming : 'Somebody leaped out of a Window', and he is promptly 
seized. In Ravenscroft's The London Cuckolds (1682), Act. v : 'Enter 
Ramble above in the Balcony '. This gallant, escaping from the house 
hurriedly, decides ' which way shall I get down ? I must venture to 
hang by my hands and then drop from the Balcony*. Next: 'As 
Ramble is getting down Doodle enters to look for his glove, Ramble 
drops upon him and beats him down." This could hardly have been 
an easy bit of stage business, although Smith, who acted Ramble, was 
an athletic, tall young fellow. 

Normally no doubt only two of the doors (those nearest the 
proscenium opening on opposite sides) with their balconies were in 
constant use by the actors as the exigencies of the play might demand, 
but if required, all four balconies, and more frequently, all four doors 
could be and were employed. It is noticeable in Wren's design that 
the balconies are not stage balconies, but side boxes, a permanent part 
of the general architectural scheme, and there can be no doubt that, 
save in exceptional circumstances, the two outermost were occupied by 
spectators. If the play did not require the use of a balcony at all, 
spectators would also fill the inner side boxes. In time, indeed, two 
doors and two balconies only came to be used, but for some decades 
at least all four were practicable. The present passage of The Ro-ver 
indicates the use of three doors. The bravos hang up two little pictures 
of Angelica, one at each side of the door of her house, and presently the 
fair courtezan appears in her balcony above. A little later Don Pedro 
and Stephano enter by one door at the opposite side, Don Antonio and 
his page by the second door on the same side as Pedro. 

In Etheredge's She Wou'difSbe Cou'd(6 February, 1668) Act ii, i, 
Courtal and Freeman are seen following up Ariana and Gatty in the 
Mulberry Garden. Presently 'The Women go out, and go about 
behind the Scenes to the other Door', then ' Enter the Women [at one 
door] and after 'em Courtal at the lower Door, and Freeman at the 
upper on the contrary side'. 

Three balconies are employed in Ravenscroft's Mamamouchi (1672; 
410 1675) Act iv. We have 'Enter Mr. Jorden, musick' obviously in 
one balcony from the ensuing dialogue. Then 'Cleverwit, in Turk's 

442 NOTES 

habit, with Betty Trickmore and Lucia appear in the Balcony' number 
two. A song is sung and 'Young Jorden and Marina in the Balcony 
against 'em'. Young Jorden remarks, 'Now, dearest Marina, let us 
ascend to your Father, he is by this time from his Window convinc'd 
of the slight is put on you . . .' 'They retire' and although there 
has been no exit marked for Mr. Jorden, we find directly, 'Enter 
Mr. Jorden and Trickmore,' obviously upon the stage itself, to which 
Mr. Jorden has descended. It must be noted, however, that the use 
of more than two balconies is very rare. 

Mr. W. J. Lawrence in The Elizabethan Playhouse and other Studies 
(First Series) aptly writes : 'No dramatist of the time had a better sense 
of the theatre than Mrs. Behn, and none made more adroit employment 
of the balconies." He then cites the scene of Angelica, her bravos 
and admirers. 

p. 36 a Patacoone. A Spanish coin in value about 41. Sd. 

p. 38 a Pistole-worth. The pistole was a gold coin worth about 161. 

p. 42 a sbameroon. A rare word meaning a trickster, a cozening rascal. 

p. 54 bo-ujd Gold. Bowed for bent is still used in the North of England 
'A bowed pin.' 

p. 57 disguis'd. A common phrase for drunk. 

p. 75 cogging. To cog = to trick, wheedle or cajole. 

p. 99 Tramontane. Foreign ; Italian and Spanish tramontano= from beyon 
the mountains. 

p. 101 ufse. Op zijn = in the fashion or manner of. Upse Gipsy = like 
a gipsy, cf. The Alchemist, iv, vi : 

I do not like the dulness of your eye : 
It hath a heavy cast, 'tis upsee Dutch. 

p. 101 Incle. Linen thread or yarn which was woven into a tape once 
very much in use. 

p. 106 Nokes, or Tony Lee. James Nokes and Antony Leigh, the tw> 
famous actors, were the leading low comedians of the day. 

p. 107 Play of the No-vella. Novella is a good, though intricate, comedy by 
Brome. 8vo, 1653, but acted 1632. 

p. 107 The famous Virgil. There is a tale, reported by Donatus, that Vergil 
once anonymously wrote up on the palace gates a distich in praise of.- 
Augustus, which, when nobody was found to own it, was claimed by a 
certain versifier Bathyllus, whom Casar duly rewarded. A few days 
later, however, Vergil again set in the same place a quatrain each line 
of which commenced 'sic vos non vobis . . .' but was unfinished, and ^.?.' 
prececded these by the one hexameter 

Hos ego versiculos feci ; tulit alter honores. 

All were unable to complete the lines satisfactorily save the great poet t 
himself, and by this means the true author of the eulogy was revealed, fl 


p. 1 13 The Duke. James, Duke of York, for whom Mrs. Behn, a thorough 
Tory, entertained sentiments of deepest loyalty. The 'absence', 
'voluntary Exile', 'new Exiles', mentioned in the Dedication all refer 

NOTES 443 

to James' withdrawal from England in 1679, at the time of the 
seditious agitation to pass an illegal Exclusion Bill. The Duke left on 
4 March for Amsterdam, afterwards residing at the Hague. In 
August he came back, Charles being very ill. Upon the King's re 
covery he retired to Scotland 27 October. In March, 1682, he paid a 
brief visit to the King, finally returning home June of the same year. 

p. 114. young Cesar in the Field. During the Commonwealth and his first 
exile James had joined Turenne's army, 24 April, 1652, and was 
frequently in the field. He distinguished himself by conspicuous 
bravery. In 1656, at the wish of Charles, he joined the Spanish army. 

p. 1 14 Some of Oliver's Commanders at Dunkirk. During the Flanders cam 
paign of 1657, Reynolds, the commander of the English at Dunkirk, 
sought and obtained an interview with James, whom he treated with 
the most marked respect and honour. This was reported to Cromwell, 
much to the Protector's chagrin and alarm. 

p. 115. City Pope. An allusion to the exploits of Elkanah Settle, who was 
so notorious at that time for violent Whiggism that in 1680 he had 
presided over the senseless city ceremony of 'Pope-burning' on 
17 November. This annual piece of ridiculous pageantry is smartly 
described by Dryden in his Prologue to Southerne's The Loyal Brother 
(1682); and in the Epilogue to Oedipus, (1679), after enumerating the 
attractions of the play, he ends 

We know not what you can desire or hope 
To please you more, but burning of a Pope. 

There are many contemporary references to Settle and his 'fireworks'. 
Otway, in The Poet's Complaint (410, 1680), speaks of Rebellion cockering 
the silly rabble with 'November squibs and burning pasteboard Popes', 
canto xi. Duke, in the Epilogue to the same author's The Atheist 
(1683), says that the poet never 'made one rocket on Queen Bess's 
night*. In Scott's Dryden, Vol. VI (1808) is given a cut representing 
the tom-fool procession of 1679, in which an effigy of the murdered 
Sir Edmund Bury Godfrey had a chief place. There were 'ingenious 
fireworks' and a bonfire. A scurrilous broadside of the day, with 
regard to the shouting, says that ''twas believed the echo . . . reached 
Scotland [the Duke was then residing in the North], France, and even 
Rome itself damping them all with a dreadfull astonishment.' The 
stage at this juncture of fierce political strife had become a veritable 
battle-ground of parties, and some stir was caused by Settle's blatant, 
but not ineffective, melodrama on the subject of that mythical dame 
The Female Prelate, being the History of the Life and Death of Pope Joan, 
produced at the Theatre Royal, 1680. This play itself is often referred 
to, and there are other allusions to Pope Joan about this time, e.g., in 
the Epilogue to Lee's Caesar Borgia (1679), where the author says a 
certain clique could not have been more resolute to damn his play 
Had he the Pope's Effigies meant to burn, 

Nay, conjur'd up Pope Joan to please the age, 
And had her breeches search'd upon the stage. 

444 NOTES 

cf. also Mrs. Behn in her own Epilogue when she speaks of 'fat 
Cardinals, Pope Joans, and Fryers'; and Lord Falkland's scoff in his 
Prologue to Otway's The Soldier'* Fortune (1680) : 

But a more pow'rful Saint enjoys ye now 

The fairest Prelate of her time, and best. 
Lord Falkland of course points at the play. 

p. 1 16 lofty Tire. The Upper Gallery, the price of admission to which was 
one shilling. It was the cheapest part of the theatre, and is often 
alluded to in Prologue and Epilogue, but generally with abuse or 
sarcasm. Dryden, in his Prologue to Tale's The Loyal General (1680), 
caustically advises : 

Remove your benches, you apostate pit, 
And take, above, twelve pennyworth of wit ; 
Go back to your dear dancing on the rope, 
Or see what's worse, the Devil and the Pope. 

p. 1 1 7 Harlequin, ffillmore's Man. Although no actor's name is printed for 
Harlequin, the part was undoubtedly played by Shadwell's brother-in- 
law, Tom Jevon, who, at the age of twenty-one, had joined the 
company in 1673. Originally a dancing-master (Langbaine notes hit 
'activity'), he became famous in low comedy and particularly for hit 
lithe and nimble Harlequins. In Otway's Friendship in Fashion (1677) 
Malagene, a character written for and created by Jevon, says, 'I'm a 
very good mimick ; I can act Punchinello, Scaramuchio, Harlequin, 
Prince Prettyman, or any thing.' 

Harlequin does not appear in Killigrew's Thomaso. Mrs. Behn's 
mime plays pranks and speaks Italian and Spanish. No doubt she derived 
the character from the Italian comedians who had been at the Royal 
Theatre, Whitehall, in 1672-3, as Dryden, in an Epilogue (spoken by 
Hart) to The Silent Woman when acted at Oxford, after a reference to 
a visit of French comedians, has : 

The Italian Merry-Andrews took their place, 
And quite debauched the stage with lewd grimace, 
Instead of wit and humours, your delight 
Was there to see two hobby-horses fight, 
Stout Scaramoucha with rush lance rode in, 
And ran a tilt at centaur Arlequin. 

They were acting again in July, 1675, and remained some months in 
England, cf. Evelyn, 29 September this same year, writes : ' I saw 
the Italian Scaramuccio act before the King at Whitehall, people 
giving money to come in, which was very scandalous and never so 
before at Court-diversions. Having seen him act before in Italy 
many years past, I was not averse from seeing the most excellent of 
that kind of folly.' Duffett in his Prologue to E-v'ry Man out of bis 
Humour, 'spoken by Mr. Hayns', July, 1675, who refers to this second 

The Modish Nymphs now ev'ry heart will win 
With the surprizing ways of Harlequin 

NOTES 445 

O the fine motion and the jaunty mene 
While you Gallants 

Who for dear Missie ne'er can do too much 
Make Courtships a la mode de Scarramouch. 

and a little later he writes : 

Religion has its Scarramouchys too 
Whose hums and has get all the praise and pence. 
This Italian troop evidently returned in the following year or in 1677, 
as we have allusions to Dominique Biancolelli and Fiurelli, 'the Fam'd 
Harlequin & Scaramouch ', in the Prologue to Ravenscroft's Scara 
mouch a Philosopher, Harlequin a School-Boy, Bravo, Merchant, and 
Magician, a Comedy after the Italian Manner, produced at the Theatre 
Royal in 1677, with the migratory Joe Haines as Harlequin, and again 
in Friendship in Fashion, Act iii, i, when Lady Squeamish cries: ' Dear 
Mr. Malagene, won't you let us see you act a little something of 
Harlequin ? I'll swear you do it so naturally, it makes me think I am 
at the Louvre or Whitehall all the time.' [Malagene acts.] 

a. 1 1 7. Lucia . . . Mrs. Norris. In the quarto the name of this actress is 
spelled Norice. Even if the two characters Lucia and Petronella 
Elenora were not so entirely different, one being a girl, the second a 
withered crone, it is obvious that as both appear on the stage at one 
and the same time Mrs. Norris could not have doubled these roles. 
The name Mrs. Norice, however, which is cast for Lucia is undoubtedly 
a misprint for Mrs. Price. This lady may possibly have been the 
daughter of Joseph Price, an 'Inimitable sprightly Actor', who was 
dead in 1673. We find Mrs. Price cast for various r&les of no great 
consequence, similar to Lucia in this play. She sustained Camilla in 
Otway's Friendship in Fashion (1678), Violante in Leanerd's The 
Counterfeits (1679), Sylvia in The Soldier's Fortune (1683), Hippolita in 
D'Urfey's A Commonwealth of Women (1685), and many more, all of 
which belong to the 'second walking-lady'. 

Mrs. Norris, who acted Petronella Elenora, was a far more 
important figure in the theatre. One of those useful and, indeed, 
indispensable performers, who, without ever attaining any prominent 
position, contribute more essentially than is often realized to the 
success of a play, she became well known for her capital personations 
of old women and dowagers. Wife of the actor Norris, she had been 
one of the earliest members of Davenant's company, and her son, 
known as Jubilee Dicky from his superlative performance in Farquhar's 
The Constant Couple (1699), was a leading comedian in the reigns of 
Anne and the first George. Amongst Mrs. Norris' many roles such 
parts as Lady Dupe, the old lady in Dryden's Sir Martin Mar-All 
(1667), Goody Rash in Crowne's The Country Wit(\6js,\ Nuarcha, an 
amorous old maid, in Maidwell's The Loving Enemies (1680), Mother 
Dunwell, the bawd in Betterton's The Revenge ; or, A Match In New 
gate (1680), all sufficiently typify her special line, within whose limits 
she won considerable applause. 

>. 1 20 Crab-Wine. An inferior tipple brewed from sour apples. 

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p. 122 Tantalus better than ever Ovid described him. 

Quaerit aquas in aquis, et poma fugacia captat 
Tantalus : hoc illi garrula lingua dedit. 

Amorum, ii, n, 43-4. 

Tibi, Tantale, nullae 
Deprenduntur aquae ; quaeque imminet effugit arbos. 

Met, iv, 457-8. 

p. 1 26 / . . . must be this very Mountebank expected. One may remember 
Rochester's unpenetrated masquerade as Alexander Bendo, high above 
'the bastard race of quacks and cheats,' and Grammont's account of 
all the courtiers and maids of honour flocking for lotions and potions 
of perpetual youth to the new empiric's lodgings 'in Tower-Street, 
next door to the sign of the Black Swan, at a Goldsmith's house.' In 
the Works of the Earls of Rochester, Roscommon and Dorset (z vols. 1756), 
there is a rough cut of Rochester as a charlatan delivering a speech to 
the assembled crowd. On the platform also stands his attendant, a 
figure dressed in the diamonded motley of Harlequin. 

p. 126. in querpo. A Spanish phrase, en cuerpo = without a cloak; in an 
undress or disguise. 

p. 133 old Adam's Ale. A very ancient colloquialism for water. In Scotland 
'Adam's wine' and frequently merely 'Adam'. Prynne in his Sovereign 
Power of Parliament (1648), speaks of prisoners 'allowed only a poor 
pittance of Adam's ale.' cf. Peter Pindar (John Wolcot), The Lousiad, 
Canto n, 11. 453-4 : 

Old Adam's beverage flows with pride 
From wide-mouthed pitchers in a plenteous tide. 

p. 141 a Pageant. Here used to signify a platform or low scaffold. 

p. 157 the Royal Sovereign. In a Navy List of 1684 the Royal Sovereign 
is classed as one of the 'Nine First Rate' vessels. 1545 tons, 100 
guns at home, 90 guns abroad, 815 men at home, 710 men abroad. 
In 1672 her commander was Sir Joseph Jorden. An authority on 
nautical matters whom I have consulted informs me that less men and 
fewer guns were carried to relieve the top hamper of the ship in a sea 
way. Most vessels then were inclined to be top heavy, and although able 
to carry all their guns in the narrow seas, yet when going foreign were 
glad to leave ten behind, well knowing they would soon lose by scurvy 
or disease numbers of their crew apart from losses in battle. Although 
these ships were pierced with ports for, say, 100 guns, it did not 
follow they always carried so many, as a complete broadside could be 
fired by running the gun carriages across from one side to another 
before the fight, so she would not be so heavy above and not so liable 
to roll and spoil the aim of the guns. 

p. 159 Bexolos mane's, Seignior. Senor, beso las manos.= Sir, I kiss your 
hands; the usual Spanish salutation. 

p. 165 brown George. Coarse black bread; hard biscuit, cf. Urquhart's 
Rabelais (1653), Book IV. Author's prologue : 'The devil of onemusty 
crust of a Brown George the poor boys had to scour their grinders 
with.' And Dryden, Persius (1693), v. 215 : 

NOTES 447 

Cubb'd in a cabin, on a matrass laid, 

On a Brown George with lousy swabbers fed. 

. 165 Spanish Pay. Slang for fair words; compliments, and nothing more. 

,182 find. In a somewhat unusual sense of to fine = to pay a composi 
tion or consideration for a special privilege. 

. 198 Plymouth Cloaks. Obsolete slang for a cudgel 'carried by one who 
walked en cuerpo, and thus facetiously assumed to take the place of a 
cloak'. Fuller (1661), Worthies, 'Devon' (1662), 248, 'A Plimouth 
Cloak. That is a Cane or a Staffe whereof this the occasion. Many a 
man of good Extraction comming home from far Voiages, may chance 
to land here [at Plymouth] and being out of sorts, is unable for the 
present time and place to recruit himself with Cloaths. Here (if not 
friendly provided) they make the next Wood their Draper's shop, where 
a Staffe cut out, serves them for a covering'. Ray, Pro-v. (1670), 225, 
adds, ' For we use when we walk in cuerpo to carry a staff in our 
hands but none when in a cloak*. N.E.D., which also quotes this 
passage of The Rover, cf. Davenant : 

Whose cloak, at Plymouth spun, was crab-tree wood. 

, 199 Album Grcfcum. The excrement of dogs and some other animals 
which from exposure to air and weather becomes whitened like chalk. 
It was formerly much used in medicine. 

209 Guzman Medicines. Trashy, worthless medicines. In The Emperor of 
The Moon, Act iii, 2, 'Guzman' is used as a term of abuse to signify 
a rascal. The first English translation (by James Mabbe) of Aleman's 
famous romance, Vida del Picaro Guzman d'Alfaracbc, is, indeed, 
entitled The Rogue, and it had as running title The Spanish Rogue. 
There is a novel by George Fidge entitled The English Gusman ; or, 
the History of (bat Unparalleled Thief James Hind. (1652, 4to.) 
209 Copper Chains. In allusion to the trick played by Estifania on the 
churlish Cacafogo in Fletcher's Rule a Wife and Have a Wife. He lends 
her 1000 ducats upon trumpery which she is passing off as rich gems, 
and when later he scents the cozenage, he bawls out : 

Plague of her jewels, and her copper chains, 
How rank they smell ! (Act v, 2.) 

The phrase became proverbial for shams. 

211 disimbogue. This word is generally used of the waters of a river or 
the outlet of a lake pouring into the open sea. 

212 by Play-Bill, summon' d here. In Restoration times one method of 
announcing the next day's performance to the public was by putting 
out bills on posts in the streets adjacent to the theatre. There are 
allusions to this in Pepys, 24 March, 1662 and 28 July, 1664. The 
whole subject has been exhaustively treated by Mr. W. J. Lawrence in 
'The Origin of the Theatre Programme ' -The Elizabethan Playhouse 
(Second Series). 

213. greasing. Flattery. Settle's post as City Poet, it is well known, did 
not bring him in any great emoluments. He was, in fact, desperately 
poor, and even volunteered to join King James' army at Hounslow 
Heath. In old age he was reduced to writing drolls performed in a 

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Bartholomew Fair booth kept by one Mrs. Minns and her daughter, 
Mrs. Leigh. He himself acted in these wretched farces, and on one 
occasion, in St. George for England, appeared as a dragon in a green 
leather case. Eventually he obtained admission to the Charterhouse, 
where he died 24 February, 1724. 


p. 221 An Epistle to the Reader. This amusing and witty Epistle only appears 
in the 410, 1673, finding no place in the various collected editions of 
Mrs. Behn's plays. The writer of comedy ' the most severe of John 
son's sect' with his 'musty rules of Unity' at whom she glances 
pretty freely is Shadwell, who had obtained great success with The 
Sullen Lovers (produced 2 May, 1668 ; 410, 1668), and in spite of some 
mishaps and opposition, made another hit with The Humourists (1671 j 
410, 1671). An ardent disciple of Ben Jonson, he had in the two 
printed prefaces to these plays belauded his model beyond all other 
writers, insisting upon the Unities and the introduction of at least two 
or three Humours as points essential to any comedy. 

p. 221 Doctor of Malmsbury. The famous philosopher, Thomas Hobbes 
(1588-1670), who was born at Westport, a suburb of Malmesbury (of 
which town his father was vicar). 

p. 222 unjantee. 'Jantee* obsolete form of 'jaunty* : see N.E.D. 

p. 222 the mighty Ecbard. That facetious divine, John Eachard, D. 
(1636-97), Master of Catherine Hall, Cambridge. His chief w< 
The Grounds and Occasions of the Contempt of the Clergy and 
enquired into. In a Letter to R.L. (London, 1670), published anony 
mously, is stuffed full with Attic salt and humour. He has even been 
censured for a jocosity (at his brethren's expense) beneath the decorum 
of the cloth. 

p. 224 English Game which bight long Laurence. To play at Laurence = to 
do just nothing at all ; to laze. Laurence is the personification of 
idleness. There are many dialect uses of the name, e.g., N.W. Devon 
'Lazy's Laurence', and Cornish 'He's as lazy as Lawrence', vide Wright, 
English Dialect Dictionary. 

p. 234 Women must be watcbt as Witches are. One of the tests to which 
beldames suspected of sorcery were put- a mode particularly favoured 
by that arch-scamp, Matthew Hopkins, 'Witch-Finder General' wa 
to tie down the accused in some painful or at least uneasy posture for 
twenty-four hours, during which time relays of watchers sat round. It 
was supposed that an imp would come and suck the witch's blood ; *> 
any fly, moth, wasp or insect seen in the room was a familiar in that 
shape, and the poor wretch was accordingly convicted of the charge. 
Numerous confessions are recorded to have been extracted in this 
manner from ailing and doting crones by Master Hopkins, cf. Hudri- 
bras, Part n, canto iii, 146-8 : 

Some for setting above ground 
Whole days and nights, upon their breeches, 
And feeling pain, were hang'd for witches. 

NOTES 449 

cf. again The City Heiress, Act i : 

Watch her close, watch her like a witch, Boy, 
Till she confess the Devil in her, Love. 

3.235 Count d'Oli-varez. Caspar Guzman d'Olivarez was born at Rome, 
1587. For many years all-powerful minister of Philip IV; he was 
dismissed 1643, and died 20 July, 1645, m banishment at Toro. 

p. 23^ a Venice Curtezan. Venice, the home of Aretine and Casanova, was 
long famous for the beauty and magnificence of her prostitutes. This 
circumstance is alluded to by numberless writers, and Ruskin, indeed, 
maintains that her decline was owing to this cause, which can hardly 
be, since as early as I 340, when her power was only rising, the public 
women were numbered at 11,654. Coryat has some curious matter on 
this subject, and more may be found in La Tariffa delle Puttane di 
Venegia, a little book often incorrectly ascribed to Lorenzo Veniero. 

3. 245 They enter at another Door. Vide note Rover I, Act n, I, p. 30. 

3.263 Beso los manos, signer. = Beso las manos, senor. 

3.265 Don John. The famous hero of Lepanto died, not without suspicion 
of poison, in his camp at Namur, 1578. Otway introduces him in 
Don Carlos (1676). 

3.271 Souses. A slang term for the 'ears', cf. The Roundheads, Act n, i, 'a 
pair of large sanctify'd Souses.' 

3. 271 Butter-hams. Apparently from Dutch boterham= a slice of bread and 
jutter. The two narrow strips of trimming on either side of the cloak. 

3.272 a Rummer of a Pottle. A jug or goblet holding one pottle =two quarts. 
3.278 Snick-a-Sne. A combat with knives amongst the Dutch. Snik : 

Dutch = a sharp weapon. Dryden in his Parallel benuixt Painting and 
Poetry (410, June, 1695) speaks of 'the brutal sport of snick-or-sne'. 
Mrs. Behn has happily put several characteristically Dutch phrases in 
Haunce's mouth. 

3. 278 Pharamond. A heroic romance in twelve volumes, the seven first of 
which are by the celebrated la Calprenede, the remainder being the 
work of Pierre de Vaumoriere. It was translated into English by 
J. Phillips (London, 1677, folio). Lee has taken the story of Varanes 
in his tragedy, Theodosius (1680), from this romance. 

3.289 Bethlehem-Gaber. Bethlen-Gabor (Gabriel Bethlen), 1580-1629, 
was a Hungarian noble who embraced the Protestant religion, and in 
1613, with the help of an Ottoman army, succeeded in establishing 
himself as King of Transylvania. His reign, although one long period 
of warfare and truces, proved a most flourishing epoch for his country. 
Himself a musician and a man of letters, he was constant in his 
patronage of art and scholars, cf. Abraham Holland's Continued Inquisi 
tion of Paper Persecutors (1626) : 

But to behold the walls 

Butter'd with weekly Newes composed in Pauls 
By some decaied Captaine, or those Rooks 
Whose hungry brains compile prodigious books 
Of Bethlem Gabor's preparations and 
How terms betwixt him and th' Emperor stand. 

I G G 


p. 291 a Hoy. A small vessel like a sloop, peculiarly Dutch. Pepjl' 

16 June, 1661, speaks of hiring 'a Margate hoy*, 
p. 323 a Lapland Witch, cf. Paradise Lost, Book u, 1. 666 : 

To dance 

With Lapland witches, while the labouring moon 
Eclipses at their charms. 

p. 329 the German Princess. Mary Morders, alias Stedman, alias Kent! I: 
Moll, a notorious imposter of the day, who pretended to be a Prince I 
from Germany. She had been transported to Jamaica in 1671, bl 
returning too soon and stealing a piece of plate, was hanged at Tybur I 
22 January, 1673. Her adventures formed the plot of a play by To I 
Porter, A Witty Combat , or, The Female Victor (410, 1663). Kirkmai I 
Counterfeit Lady Unveiled (8vo, 1673), contains very ample details 1 
her career. Pepys went to visit her ' at the Gatehouse at Westminstei I 
29 May, 1663. In talk he was 'high in the defence of her wit ail 
spirit' (7 June, 1663). 15 April, 1664, the diarist further notes: 'TI 
the Duke's house and there saw The German Princess acted by 1 1 
woman herself . . . the whole play ... is very simple, unless, he I 
and there, a witty sprinkle or two.' This piece was doubtless identi< I 
with Porter's tragi-comedy. 

p. 329 four Shillings, or half a Croivn. Four shillings was the price I 
admission to the boxes on the first tier of the theatre; half a crown I 
the pit. These sums are very frequently alluded to in prologue a I 
epilogue. Dryden in his second epilogue to The Duke of Guise (168: | 
after referring to the brawls and rioting of the pit, says : 
This makes our boxes full ; for men of sense 
Pay their four shillings in their own defence. 

The epilogue (spoken by Mrs. Bontell) to Corye's The Genen I 
Enemies (1671), has these lines : 

Though there I see Propitious Angels sit [points at the Box 
Still there's a Nest of Devils in the Pit, 
By whom our Plays, like Children, just alive, 
Pinch'd by the Fairies, never after thrive : 
'Tis but your Half-crown, Sirs : that won't undo. 

p. 330 Rotai. The Rota was a political club founded in 1659 by Jam 4 
Harrington. It advocated a system of rotation in filling governme j 


p. 337 To the Right Noble Henry Fitzroy. Second son of Charles II 

Barbara Villiers, Countess of Castlemaine, afterwards Duchess I 
Cleveland, was born 20 September, 1663. He married, I Augu: I 
1672, Isabella, daughter and heiress of Henry Bennet, Earl I 
Arlington. The bride was then only five years old. In September, 167 1 
Henry Fitzroy was created Duke of Grafton, and on 30 Septembf . 
1680, was installed by proxy as Knight of the Garter. In 1682 1 

NOTES 451 

became colonel of the first foot guards. He died 9 October, 1690, 
from a wound he received under the walls of Cork during Marlborough's 
expedition to Ireland. Brave and even reckless to a fault, he is said 
to have been the most popular and the ablest of the sons of Charles II. 

p. 341 noise of Plots. The ferment occasioned by the pretended Popish Plot 
of 1678 and the illegal Exclusion Bill was in full blast. 

p. 341 Presbytery. Presbyterianism. 

p. 341 Forty One. 1641 was the date of the Grand Remonstrance and 
Petition to Charles I. 

p. 341 Ignoramus. When Shaftesbury was indicted for high treason, 
24 November, 1681, the grand jury ignored or threw out the bill. 
Their declaration was 'ignoramus', cf. Dryden's prologue to The Duke 
of Guise (1682): 

Let ignoramus juries find no traitors, 
and other innumerable references to this verdict. 

p. 343 Flcctivood. Lieutenant-General Charles Fleetwood was son-in-law 
to Oliver Cromwell, and for a time Lord-Deputy of Ireland. He was 
mainly instrumental in the resignation of Richard Cromwell, but so 
weak and vacillating that he lost favour with all parties. His name 
was excepted from the general amnesty, and it was only with great 
difficulty that, owing to the influence of Lord Litchfield, he escaped 
with his life. He died in obscurity at Stoke Newington, 4 October, 

3.343 Lambert. Major-General Lambert (1619-83) lost his commissions 
owing to the jealousy of Oliver Cromwell, on whose death he privily 
opposed Richard Cromwell. In August, 1659, he defeated the Royalist 
forces under Sir George Booth in Cheshire, but subsequently his army 
deserted. On his return to London he was arrested (5 March, 1660), 
by the Parliament, but escaped. Tried for high treason at the Restora 
tion, he was banished to Guernsey, where he died in the winter of 1683. 

5. 343 Wariston. Archibald Johnston, Lord Wariston, a fierce fanatic, was 
parliamentary commissioner for the administration of justice in Scot 
land and a member of Cromwell's House of Peers. On the revival of 
the Rump he became president of the Council of State, and permanent 
president of the Committee of Safety. At the Restoration he fled, but 
was brought back from Rouen to be hanged at the Market Cross, 
Edinburgh, 23 July, 1663. Carlyle dubs him a 'lynx-eyed lawyer and 
austere presbyterian zealot', and Burnet says, 'Presbyterianism was 
more to him than all the world.' 

p. 343 Heivson. John Hewson, regicide, a shoemaker, was a commander 
under Cromwell, and afterwards a peer in the Upper House. At the 
Restoration he escaped to the Continent and died in exile at Amster 
dam, 1662, or, by another account, at Rouen. 

>. 343 Desbro. John Desborough, Desborow, or Disbrowe (1608-80) was 
Cromwell's brother-in-law. Being left a widower, he married again 
April,i658. As he had refused to sit as a judge at the trial of Charles I, 
he was not exempted from the amnesty ; but being considered a source 
of danger, he was, after the Restoration, 'always watched with peculiar 
jealousy,' and suffered some short term of imprisonment. 

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p. 343 Ducking field. Robert Duckenfield (1619-89), a strong Parliamen 
tarian, but one who refused to assist at the King's trial. He had larg 
estates in Cheshire, where he lived retired after a short imprisonmeni 
at the Restoration. His son Robert, who succeeded him, was subse 
quently created a baronet by Charles II, 16 June, 1665. 

p. 343 Corbet. Although this name is here given as Corbet, Colonel Gobi 
occurs Act i, n (p. 355), and we have Cobbet again Act iii, i (p. 374) 
This character is certainly not Miles Corbet the regicide, but Ralpr 
Cobbet, who was both a colonel and a member of the Committee o 
Safety. Ralph Cobbet is frequently alluded to in the satires of 
time, e.g. The Gang} or, The Nine Worthies and Champions (17 January; 
1659-60) : 

A man of stomack in the next deal, 

With a hey down, &c. 
Was hungry Colonel Cobbet ; 

He would eat at a meale 

A whole commonweale, 
And make a joint but a gobbet. 

p. 343 Wbithck. Bulstrode Whitelock (1605-75), keeper of the Grea 
Seal, and in August, 1659, president of the Council of State, wa> 
always inclined to royalism, and even advised Cromwell to restor* 
Charles II. At the Restoration he was allowed to retire to Chiltor 
Park, Hungerford, Wilts, and died there 28 July, 1675. According t< 
some accounts his death took place at Fawley, Bucks. 

p. 343 Lady Lambert. Lady Lambert was Frances, daughter of Sir Williarr 
Lister, knight, of Thornton in Craven, Yorks. She was marriec 
10 September, 1639. Contemporaries attribute Lambert's ambitioi 
to the influence of his wife, whose pride is frequently alluded to 
e.g. Memoirs of Colonel Hutcbinson, edited by C. H. Firth (Nimmo 
1885), Vol. II, p. 189, 'There went a story that as my Lady Ireton wa 
walking in St. James' Park the Lady Lambert, as proud as her husband 
came by where she was, and as the present princess always ha: 
precedency of the relict of the dead prince, so she put my Lady Iretoi 
below ; who, notwithstanding her piety and humility, was a littli 
grieved at the affront.' 

p. 343 Lady Desbro. Desborough's second wife, whom he married A 

1658, is said, on the dubious authority of Betham, to have been Anne 
daughter of SirRichard Everard, Bart., of Much Waltham. Mrs. Behn' 
amorous lady, Maria, is, of course, purely fictional. 

p. 343 Lady Fleetwood. Bridget, eldest daughter of Oliver Cromwell, wa. 
married first to Ireton, who died 26 November, 1651, and secondly, ir 
1652, to Fleetwood. She did not live long after the Restoration, an< 
was buried at S. Anne's, Blackfriars, i July, 1662. 

p. 343 Lady Cram-well. Cromwell married Elizabeth, daughter of Sir J; 
Bourchier, 22 August, 1620. She survived her husband seven 
dying 19 November, 1665. After the Restoration she lived in g 
seclusion at Norboro', Northamptonshire, the house of her son-in-law 
John Claypoole. 

NOTES 453 

, 343 Clement' 's Parish. Probably St. Clements, Eastcheap. This church, 
described by Stow as being 'small and void of monuments', was 
destroyed in the Great Fire and rebuilt 1686. The old church of 
St. Clement Danes, Strand, being in a ruinous condition, was pulled 
down in 1680 and built again on the same site. The Puritans always 
omitted the prefix 'St.' and spoke of churches as 'Paul's', 'Mary's', 
'Bartholomew's', 'Helen's' and the like. 

, 344 Gad and the Lord Fleetwood. Fleetwood, even in an age of Tartuffes, 
was especially distinguished for the fluency of his canting hypocrisy 
and godliness. He was a bitter persecutor of Catholics, a warm 
favourer of Anabaptists and the extremer fanatics of every kidney. 

, 345 Vane. Sir Harry Vane (1613-62), the prominent Parliamentarian 
and a leading member of the Committee of Safety was executed as a 
regicide, June, 1662. 

, 345 Fifth Monarchy. The Fifth Monarchy men were a sect of wild 
enthusiasts who declared themselves 'subjects only of King Jesus', 
and held that a fifth universal monarchy (like those of Assyria, Persia, 
Greece, and Rome) would be established by Christ in person, until 
which time no single person must presume to rule or be king. 

, 346 Haslerig. Sir Arthur Heselrige, one of the Five Members whom 
Parliament refused to yield to Charles I in January, 1642, was a 
republican of the most violent type. He died a prisoner in the Tower, 
7 January, 1661. 

349 an errant Heroick. A term for a cavalier or Royalist, cf. Edward 
Waterhouse's A Short Narrative of the late Dreadful Fire in London 
(1667, I2mo) : 'Even so, O Lord, rebuke the evil spirit of these 
Sanballats, and raise up the spirit of the Nebemiabs and other such 
Heroicks of Kindness and Ability to consider London.' Tatham, in 
The Rump (410, 1660; 1661), A*ct ii, i, has 'The very names of the 
Cromwells will become far more odious than ever Needham could 
make the Heroicks'. 

349 cuckold the Ghost of Old Oliver. The intrigue between Cromwell 
and Lambert's wife is affirmed in 'Neivesfrom the Neva Exchange ; or, 
the Common-wealth of Ladies . . . London ; printed in the year of 
women without grace, 1650' (410). Noble, in his Memoirs of the 
Cromwell Family (8vo, London, 1787, 3rd edit., Vol. II, p. 369), says 
that the lady 'was an elegant and accomplished woman', she was 
'suppos'd to have been partial to Oliver the Protector.' A scarce 
poem, Iter Australe (London, 1 660, 4to), declares of Cromwell that some 

Would have him a David } 'cause he went 
To Lambert's wife, when he was in his tent. 

Some six months before Cromwell's death, when Lambert visited him, 
Noll 'fell on his neck, kissed him, inquired of dear Johnny for his 
jewel (so he called Mrs. Lambert) and for all his children by name." 
Cromwell's immoralities in youth, when a brewer at Ely, were notorious. 
Although the parish registers of S. John's, Huntingdon, have been 
tampered with, the following, under the years 1621 and 1628, remain: 
'Oliverus Cromwell reprehensus erat coram tota Ecclesia pro factis.' 

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and 'Hoc anno Oliverus Cromwell fecit penitentiam coram tola 
ccclcsia.' An attempt has been made to erase these. 

p. 354 Tony. Anthony Ashley Cooper; afterwards first Earl of Shaftesbury. 

p. 357 Wallingford House. Stood on the site of the present Admiralty. It 
was so called from Sir William Knollys, Baron Wallingford, Treasurer 
of the Household to Elizabeth and James I. After Cromwell's death 
the General Council of the Officers of the Army (Wallingford House 
Party) met here. Fleetwood actually lived in the house. At the 
Restoration it reverted to the Duke of Buckingham. The Crown 
purchased it 1680, and the Admiralty was built about 1720. 

p. 361 Cobler's-Stall. Hewson, says Wood, had originally been 'an honest 
shoemaker in Westminster.' 

p. 362 Conventickling. Conventicle was accentuated upon the third syllable. '' 
This, of course, led to innuendo, cf. I Hudibras (1663) Canto ii, 437: 
He used to lay about and stickle 
Like ram or bull at conventicle 
and Dryden, in The Medal (1682) : 

A tyrant theirs ; the heaven their priesthood paints 
A conventicle of gloomy sullen saints. 

p. 363 Pryn. William Prynne (1600-69) had been sentenced to severe 
punishment in February, 1634, for the scandals and libels contained in 

his dull diatribe, Histriomastix. He lost both his ears in the pillory. 

p. 365 Needbam. Marchamont Nedham, 'the Commonwealth's Didaper', 
was a graduate of All Souls, Oxon, and sometime an usher at Merchant 
Taylors' school. He also seems to have been connected with the legal 
profession. 'The skip-jack of all fortunes', neither side lias a good I 
word for this notorious pamphleteer, the very scum of our early 
journalism. When Mercurius Britannicus temporarily ceased publication i 
with No. 50, 9 September, 1644, Nedham recommenced it on the 3Oth j 
of the same month with No. 51 (not No. 52 as is sometimes stated). 
No. 92, 28 July-4 August, 1645, anc * the number 11-18 May, 1646, 
revile the King in such scurrilous terms that Nedham was haled to 
the bar of the House of Lords and imprisoned. Later he turned 
Royalist, but in 1650 published The Case of the Common-wealth Stated, j 
a defence of the regicides, for which he received a pension of ^100 a 
year. He fled to Holland, April, 1660, but being pardoned, returned ' 
to England. He died in Devereux Court, Temple Bar, November, ; 
1678, and is buried in St. Clement Danes. Wood characterizes him : 
as 'a most seditious, mutable and railing author,' whilst Cleveland 
terms him 'that impudent and incorrigible reviler'. 

p. 365 Ireton t my best of Sons. Noble, in his Memoirs of the Cromwell Family, 
says that the fact Fleetwood had not the abilities of her first husband 
gave his wife much concern, as she saw with great regret the ruin his 
conduct must bring on herself and her children. 

p. 366 Richard's Wife. Richard Cromwell at the age of 23 married Dorothy, 
daughter of Richard Major, of Hurslcy, Hampshire. 

p. 366 glorious Titles. Cromwell's wife was, as a matter of fact, very averse 
to all grandeur and state. The satires of the time laugh at her home 
liness and parsimony. 

NOTES 455 

, 369 Ormond. James Butler, Duke of Ormond, was lord-lieutenant of 

Ireland, 1643-47. 

,370 Exercise. A common term amongst the Puritans for worship; a 
sermon or extemporary prayer. As early as I 574 Archbishop Whitgift 
speaks of the exercises of 'praying, singing of psalms, interpreting and 
prophesying', cf. Davenant, The Wits (410 1636): 

I am a new man, Luce ; thou shalt find me 

In a Geneva band 

And squire thy untooth'd aunt to an exercise, 
and also : 

[she] divides 

The day in exercise. Mayne's City Match (1639), iv, v. 
,372 Duke of Gloc ester. Henry of Oatlands, Duke of Gloucester, youngest 
son of Charles I. Born 8 July, 1639, he died of smallpox at Whitehall 
13 September, 1660. The Parliament sent him to the continent on 
1 1 February, 1653. 

If. 373 he should have been bound Prentice. A proposition was actually made 
in Parliament that the young Duke of Gloucester should be bound to 
a trade, in order, as it was impudently expressed, 'that he might earn 
his bread honestly.' Fortunately, saner counsels prevailed, in which 
his fate was happier than that of the Dauphin committed to the 
cruelties of Citizen Simon, cordwainer. 
373 Old Thurh. John Thurloe ( 1 6 1 6-68), Secretary of State to Cromwell ; 

M.P. for Ely, 1654 and 1656. He died 21 February, 1668. 
I p. 378 Highness' s Funeral. A large portion of the debt incurred for Oliver 
Cromwell's magnificently extravagant funeral ceremonies fell on 
Richard, who was obliged to retire for a while to the continent to 
avoid arrest and await some settlement. These obsequies cost in all 
the huge sum of 60,000, which there was a great difficulty in paying. 
The chief undertaker's name was Roll. See note on The Widow 
Ranter 'Trusting for Old Oliver's funeral,' Act i. (Vol. IV.) 
p. 378 Walter Frost. Walter Frost, secretary to the Republican Council of 
State, was quondam manciple of Emmanuel, Cambridge, and acted as 
spy-master and manager of the 'committee hackneys,' which hunted 
down and betrayed Royalists. This infamous fellow, who dubbed 
himself Esquire and Latinized his name to Gualter, was authorized to 
publish (i.e. write) 'intelligence every week upon Thursday according 
to an Act of Parliament for that purpose.' He licensed A Briefe Relation 
(No i, 2 October, 1649) from its second number until 22 October, 1650. 
This is certainly one of the most evil and lying of the Republican 

p. 378 Hutcbinson. Richard Hutchinson, deputy treasurer to Sir Henry 
Vane. He succeeded as Treasurer to the Navy in 1651 and continued 
to hold office after the Restoration. He is several times mentioned 
by Pepys. 

p. 379 Jacobus. A gold coin value 251., first current in the reign of James I. 
p. 379 Mr. Ice. Perhaps Stephen Isles who was appointed a Commissioner 
for the London Militia, 7 July, 1659. The name 'Mr. Ice' occurs in 
Tatham's Rump in the same context. 



p. 379 Loether. Sir Gerard Lowther, who, once a loyalist, became a repv 
lican, and in 1654 was one of the Three Commissioners of the Grt 
Seal in Ireland. He acquired large estates and died very wealthy 
the eve of the Restoration. 

p. 381 Duke of Buckingham' i Estate . . . "with Cbehey House. Bulstro 
Whitelocke actually had obtained the Duke's sequestered estate, a 
stood for Bucks in Parliament. During the Commonwealth Chels 
House wa* bestowed upon him as an official residence, and he liv 
there till the Restoration, when it reverted to the Duke, to who 
father it had been granted in 1627 by Charles I. He sold it in 16 
to the trustees of George Digby, Earl of Bristol. In 1682 it becarr 
the property of Henry, Marquis of Worcester, afterwards Duke 
Beaufort, and was renamed Beaufort House. Sir Hans Sloa 
purchased it in 1738, and it was demolished two years later. 

p. 381 Hugh Peters. This divine, who had been chaplain to Sir Thorn! 
Fairfax, was notorious for his fanatical and ranting sermons. Havin 
openly advocated and preached the death of Charles I, he was, at th 
Restoration, excluded from the general amnesty, tried for high treasoi 
and executed 16 October, 1660. 

p. 382 Scobel. Henry Scobell, clerk to the Long Parliament. His nam 
appeared as the licenser of various newsbooks, and he superintende 
the publication of Se-verall Proceedings in Parliament. No. I, 25 Sept.- 
9 Oct., 1649. Scobell died in 1660, his will being proved 29 Sept 
of that year. 

p. 394 fails. Avails; profits. Money given to servants : 'tips'. 

p. 398 Cushion-Dance. A merry old English round action dance common ii 
the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. 

p. 398 Nickers. Or knickers, marbles generally made of baked clay, cf 
Duffet's farce, The Mock Tempest (1675), Act iv > l ' 

Enter Hypolito playing with Nickers. 

Hyp. Anan, Anan, forsooth you, Sir, don't you stir the Nickers. I*. 
play out my game presently. 

p. 402 Joan Sanderson. The air to which the Cushion Dance was usually 
performed. It may be found in Playford's Dancing Mailer, 1686. 
Sometimes the dance itself was known as Joan Sanderson. 

p. 406 The Tall Irishman. Oliver Cromwell's porter, yclept Daniel, was 
giant. This fellow, through poring over mystical divinity, lost his wits 
he preached, prophesied, and raved until finally he was incarcerated in 
Bedlam, where, after a while, his liberty was allowed him. A famou* 
item amongst his books was a large Bible presented by Nell Gwynnc. I 
D'Urfey in his Prologue to Sir Barnaby Wbigg (1681), has: 'Like*) 
Oliver's porter, but not so devout.' There is a rare, if not unique^! 
portrait of Daniel in the Print Room, British Museum. The reputed I 
portrait in Pierce Tempest's Cryes of the City of London (No. 71. Uoi 
insens pour la Religion. M. Lauron del. P. Tempest ex.) is not that 
of a remarkably tall man. 

p. 410 Enter He-wson -with Guards. 5 December, 1659, Hewson did actually/ 
suppress a rising of London prentices, two or three of whom were' 
killed and some score wounded. This made him very unpopular. 

NOTES 457 

$412 Lord Cafe/. Arthur, Lord Capel, Baron Hadham, a gallant royalist 
leader, was, after the surrender of Colchester, treacherously imprisoned. 
He escaped, but was betrayed, and beheaded 9 March, 1649. 

1.412 Brown Bushel. Asea captain. Originally inclined to the Parliament, 
he became a royalist. In 1643 ne was taken prisoner, but after being 
exchanged lived quietly and retired till 1648, when he was seized as a 
deserter, and after three years captivity, tried, and executed 29 April, 

^413 Earl of Holland. Henry Rich, Earl of Holland (1590-1649), a 
staunch royalist, was executed 9 March, 1649, in company with Lord 
Capel and the Duke of Hamilton. 

41 3 Judas. The piece of plate dubb'd Judas would be gilded, cf. Middle- 
ton's Chaste Maid in Cbeapside, (410, 1630), iii, 2. 

yd Gossip. Two great 'postle-spoons, one of them gilt. 

1st Puritan. Sure that was Judas then with the red beard. 
Red is the traditional colour of Judas' hair. cf. Dryden's lines on 
Jacob Tonson the publisher : 

With two left legs and Judas-coloured hair. 

414 an act, 24 June. Cromwell's parliament passed Draconian Acts 
punishing adultery, incest, fornication, with death ; the two former on 
the first offence, the last on the second conviction. Mercurius Politicus, 
No. 1 68. Thursday, 25 August Thursday, i September, 1653 
(p. 2700), records the execution of an old man of eighty-nine who 
was found guilty at Monmouth Assize of adultery with a woman over 
sixty. It is well known that under the Commonwealth the outskirts 
of London were crowded with brothels, and the license of Restoration 
days pales before the moral evils and cankers existing under Cromwell. 
The officially recognized independent diurnals Mercurius Democritus, 
Mercurius Fumigosus, have been described as 'abominable'. In 1660, 
when the writers of these attempted to circulate literature which had 
been common in the preceeding decade, they were promptly 'clapt up 
in Newgate'. 

414 Peters the first, Martin the Second. Hugh Peters has been noticed 
before. Henry Martin was an extreme republican, and at one time 
even a Leveller. He was a commissioner of the High Court of Justice 
and a regicide. At the Restoration he was imprisoned for life and 
died at Chepstow Castle, 1 68 1, aged seventy-eight. He was notorious 
for profligacy and shamelessness, and kept a very seraglio of mistresses. 

415 Tantlings. St. Antholin's (St. Anthling's), Budge Row, Watling 
Street, had long been a stronghold of puritanism. As early as 1599, 
morning prayer and lecture were instituted, 'after the Geneva fashion'. 
The bells began at five in the morning. This church was largely 
attended by fanatics and extremists. There are frequent allusions to 
St. Antholin's and its matutinal chimes. The church was burned 
down in the Great Fire. Middleton and Dekker's Roaring Girl (161 1) : 
'Sha's a tongue will be heard further in a still morning than Saint 
Antling's bell.' 

She will outpray 
A preacher at St. Antlin's. Mayne's City Match (1639), iv, v. 

458 NOTES 

Davenant's News from Plymouth (fol. 1673, licensed 1635), i, I : 

Two disciples to St. Tantlin, 
That rise to long exercise before day. 

p-4i6 Lilly. William Lilly (1602-81). The t'amous astrologer and fortune 
teller. In Tatham's The Rump (1660), he is introduced on the stage, 
and there is a scene between him and Lady Lambert, Act iv. 

p. 416 sisseraro. More usually sasarara. A corruption of certiorari, a writ in 
law to expedite justice. 'If it be lost or stole ... I could bring him 
to a cunning kinsman of mine that would fetcht again with a sesarara," 
The Puritan (1607). 'Their souls fetched up to Heaven with a 
sasarara.' The Revenger's Tragedy, iv, 2 (1607). The Vicar of Wake- 
field (1766), ch. xxi: '"AJ for the matter of that," returned the hostess, 
"gentle or simple, out she shall pack with a sussarara".' 

p. 421 Twelve Houses. Each of the astrological divisions of the heavens 
denoting the station of a planet is termed a house. 

p. 423 bear the bob. To join in the chorus. Bob is the burden or refrain 
of a song. 

p. 423 Colt-staff. Or col-staff (Latin collum). A staff by which two men 
carry a load, one end of the pole resting on a shoulder of each porter. 
cf. Merry Wives of Windsor , iii, 3, 'Where's the cowl-staff?' 

p. 423 Fortune my Foe. This extremely popular old tune is in Queen 
Elizabeth's Virginal Book; in William Ballet's MS. Lute Book; in 
Belleropbon (1622), and in numerous other old musical works. There 
are allusions to it in Shakespeare and many of the dramatists.